Tori Amos

I took a taxi from LA to Venus in 1985
I was electromagnetically sucked back
into a party going on that night
it was the glories of the 80's
with karma drawn up in lines
and two bugle boy models saying, “baby,
it's free-bee you sure look deprived”
I had the “Story of O” in my bucket seat
of my wanna be mustang
auditioning for reptiles in their
Raquel Welsh campaign
in the glories of the 80's
you said, “I'm not afraid to die”
I said, I don't find that remotely funny
even on this space cake high
and then it all seemed clear
just then you go and disappear
silicone party barbies to the left and
Joan of Arcs to the right
no one feeling insecure we were
all gorge and famous in our last lives
and the glories of the 80's you said
”the end is nothing to fear” I said
blow the end now baby
who do I gotta shag to get outta here
and then when it all seemed clear
just then you go and disappear
sure you're out there orbiting around
wish I had you back now
I met a drag king called Venus
she had a velvet hologram, she said
”my husband ran off with my shaman
but they love me as I am”
in the glories of the 80's
I may not have to die
I'll clone myself
like that blonde chick
that sings Betty Davis eyes
and then when it all seemed clear
just then you go and disappear