He's the brat with the sterilized pitchfork
He's the singer of the Beachwood Sparks
He's a dreamy kind of cheesy companion piece

Who wants to show me where the healing starts
Beauty is evil
Immaculate evil, don't you think?

But I'm lost in the flames of a grand explosion
Stumbling in the neon groves


Ladies flock to the overnight discos
Slamming vodka tonic down their throats
While your older brothers company publicist

Is sliding off his momma's pantyhose

Beauty is evil

Immaculate evil, don't you think?
But I'm mopping up stains from a blood transfusion
Stumbling in the neon groves


Oh the pleasures of the morning are simple
But the treasures are the sweetest I've known

Oh I'm just so excited to look through my new eyes
The needles are covered with snow


So take me down to the winterland bombshell factory
You can hear the mermaids groan
On the double breasted coconut seashell

Half wrecked bus to Yankee Stadium

Beauty is evil

I like to be evil, can't you see?
But I'm lost in the flames of a grand explosion
Stumbling in the neon groves