This song is about the downfall of a pornstar
Phillip E. Hardy: Lead Vocals and Keyboards
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Sound the alarm to face the daily dread
You wash your face then pretend it’s all right
A resurrection of the living dead
You hate the dark but the sun is too bright
Then live your morning in the afternoon
Another day in paradise is calling too soon
You weigh the options when you count the cost
Though somewhere in the action you were lost
And you cry, you have to live with the mistake
You can try; you’ll never run from the mistake
Slow sordid angles, the electric eye
What little mystery there is to deny?
Presents the question for the intellect
No such reward for the debt of respect
A common harlot at the corner bazaar
You never fanaticized that it would carry this far
A change of clothing and a change of name
Once you began it never was the same
Then you cry, you have to live with the mistake
If you try, you’ll never pay for the mistake
No price for innocence
No longer false pretense
Completely within reach still no one can embrace you
A shrink wrapped fantasy
Devoid of dignity
She is a golden girl under electric blue
Make an appointment with your mother’s shrink
For she gets paid to pretend that she’s cares
The tanning booth will give you time to think
The manicure, then the makeup and hair
The leather sofas and the swimming pool
Another daytime drama and you’re playing the fool
Inside the chasm there’s a giant hole
To gain the world you somehow lost your soul
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