Minds blind
Empty eyes
Blank tonques ablaze

No names
Breathe in dreams
Stand in line, cracked smiles

Life to life colliders

The strangeness of the strangers

Second hand teenagers
Face to face they face
A chemical race

Minds blind
Empty eyes
Blank tonques ablaze

No names
Breathe in dreams
Stand in line, cracked smiles


And Marilyn Monroe's not home
So I sit alone with the video

And Tokyo Rose is on the phone
Dressed to kill


Minds blind
Empty eyes
Blank tonques ablaze

No names
Breathe in dreams
Stand in line, cracked smiles



-Nice age-


Her toys are broken boys
Lined heart to heart at her door

Each a burnt-out kiss of her lips
A measure of her pleasure


She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill


She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill


The child In her smile Is cracked
Her innocence smashed
There's nothing left of her party dress

The bow in her hair Isn't there

She's at a nice age

Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill

She's at a nice age

Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill



Through the prisons of perfume
Alone with her cheekbones
Counting lovers she has known

In the secrets of her room

Her toys are broken boys

Lined heart to heart at her door
Each a burnt-out kiss of her lips
A measure of her pleasure


She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill


She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill


She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill


She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill

She's at a nice age

Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill

She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill


She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill