Ooh, ooh, it's you you you who's my new kind of decadant conspiracy,
straight-edged with a sway in your step.
A taste of romanticide in suicide gardens
and lily-sweet kisses
and thousands of pardons - no, never mind,
my dear you're far too old and far too fallen to stay,
and what kind of girl likes to linger anyway?
A bad girl yes you whore no go ahead
and scream for your mommy, you know she's not coming.
Jack and Jill went up up up the hill
to fetch a pail of what was it anyway? Water or bloodbath
if you shut your eyes
you know they taste the same
amid the wrath of those who disregard their name.
Alice in the looking glass
she always stares back at me,
and there's a power in her gaze
and I know that I'm to blame
for letting you down, Alice, letting you drown!
Alice oh Alice please hold my hand
and take me back but it's not, it's not you.
Someday maybe I'll see you again,
my once-upon-a-time in a bottle,
you model a slick kind of truth in your lies -
girls kissing girlies and marmalade dollies and
what did you say for filth is all that I hear.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's what I prefer,
Alice oh Alice
wherefore art thou Alice?
I miss you, you know that,
Jill and I cry
enclosed in my
close little room all alone
with only the ghosts of seconds
and minutes gone by
who count our souls as a strange
kind of home -
You're screaming my name,
but I'm too filled with (no) shame
to care anymore, to swear anymore
that you're my only hope, my only morphine.
See Jack Run
and see Jill tumble after, slipping and tripping
up a mountainside filled with rocks and weeds
and spiders and there she goes, there she goes,
NO COME AWAY FROM THE HORRIBLE PLACE
and into the cave, into her grave,
Alice I miss you I want you back home
because Jill is now nothing but meat and some bones
and I crouch in the forest playing with toy horses
while wind flurries branches and
centrifugal forces but although the sky
is grey and grey I still can't find a better way
from here and to you, and Alice,
Jack is lying with spinal twigs snapped
and Jill she was mangled as soon as she mapped
the last place on earth we had left to go.
Alice, oh Alice,
what does lie below?