Текст песни Rising From The Ashes Of Mediocrity

The angels line the streets for her
With pineapple wine and vinegar
And hundred dollar bill's that are sure
To keep her blessed tonight

She's been readmitted
Then quickly reacquitted
To the houses of the holy
Holy shit ain't that the truth

She's rising from the ashes of mediocrity
Rising from the ashes using only sheer tenacity
She's rising from the ashes of mediocrity
But they'll be a slow down and a roll around
And she'll be fucked round again

She wears a star and bears a gun
And swears a grudge against anyone
Who doesn't look the part or play the game
The way she do

Her checkered past is plaster cast
She shaves her chest and saves her heart
And sits down at the buffet
Sweating bullets till she's blue

She's rising from the ashes of mediocrity
Rising from the ashes using only fear's velocity
She's rising from the ashes of mediocrity
But they'll be a slow down and a roll around
And she'll be fucked round again

She's got a thousand dollar permasmile
She's a conversational phonophile
And a blue green stare that strays a while
But never lets you go
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She's got a heart made out of gelatin
And a closet full of skeletons
And a mind that won't get well again
Of well what do you know

She's rising from the ashes of mediocrity
Rising from the ashes of everything she used to be
She's rising from the ashes using all her fresh philosophy
But they'll be a slow down and a roll around
And she'll be fucked round again

She waited for the phone to ring
She waited for the dingaling
She waited for the god's to bring
Him to her in her heart

She closed her room to strangers but
She never failed to feel the cut
She worked her way around the rut
And one day fell apart

She's rising from the ashes of mediocrity
Rising from the ashes of everything she used to be
She's rising from the ashes drowning in the xtc
But they'll be a slow down in Motown
And she'll be fucked round again

She took her pieces to the king
He said she was a fine young thing
They all began to laugh and sing
As she lay at their feet

Why they laughed they wouldn't say
Yet all their smiles were painted gray
They dried up and they blew away
And slept there in the street