Prozac babies and silicone ladies
and kisses that find the air
There's a black cloud comin and it needs no lovin
and no-one really seems to care
I had a conversation with a bad news stranger
who never looked me in the eye
She just looked right through and saw the blue of a little girl in denial...in denial
I could never ever touch you
I could never ever see you cry
I could never let you touch me
I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die.
Well no-one ever told me that I'd be beholden
to people I don't even like
But I don't subscribe to the bullshit lies
of unaware parasites.
I once had a dream where I was free from all between love and hate
Then I opened my eyes and I saw no lies and I walked out in the rain...in the rain.
I could never ever touch you
I could never ever see you cry
I could never let you touch me
I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die.
Can you help me? Can you heal me?
Can you fix me? Can you shield me?
Can you explain what I have done
to feel so empty. to feel like I should run?
And I don't understand what I thought I knew
And I don't understand why I can't choose
And I could never ever touch you
I could never ever see you cry
I could never let you touch me
I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh