My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

She wakes up in the mornin’ with a zodiac smile
Steps inside the body of a lost and lonely child
Made up for the mirror
With makeup like a whore
A hurricane churns in her brain
Little Miss No-Tomorrow
She’s the girl without a planet
A girl without a home
She’s the girl without a planet
An angel all alone
There’s garbage in her veins and reptiles in her head
Pretty poison nightmare with serpents in her bed