As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks
With your makeup and your teddy bear

And your C.S. Lewis books
Bad seed
You're a bad seed

You're a decadent in chrysalis
Waiting sleepily to emerge
When you'll visit every seedy need

Of your random obsessive urge

All the ruses that you use

All the food that you refuse
All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus
All the poisoned attitudes

And the lust for the unknown
And the second best that devils use
To make this world their own

Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu


Every rainy day by e-mail
As you lie there on your bed
Another virtual page arrives

There will be times when you remember me
Of the chapters you'll be writing
As the voices echo in your head

In the book called wasted lives
As you read Henry and Anais


All the lost weekends and booze
All the finger-and-thumb screws
All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus

Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu


Use the anger
Paint a picture of it
Throw the colours

Use the pain, use the pain

Scream back a brand new emotion

As it runs across the skin
Fire across paper
Burn and curl, burn and curl


You thought you couldn't feel like this
But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain

Tattooed in that private place
Microsoft and tears
Intimately pierced


Discovering and remembering
You felt like this somewhere before

Stirrin' up the bed of the river
Somewhere you don't like to go


You wrote this down so many times
But you get up anyway and you write it down again
You've bored us all to death with this

Well who you gonna tell
When you've nothing left to sell


She says she's lonely
She says she knows me
But she's a one-way street


She told me what I already know


"If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can buy it, it can be bought

If you can buy it, it can be stolen
If you can break it
It's already broken"


Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking
So many empty conversations
What a waste of lips


Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill
Look down upon the city
A heart pumping the roads

In our racing stripes

We rejoice at being "connected"
Without touching
Thank god for the internet

We stare at our screens

All our lives
What a waste of eyes
'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses
And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain


All the trust and tired care
Left to rust and go nowhere
All this gold beneath my skin
Sparklin' like sin somewhere within
In so deep
In so deep that

I can't sleep for these interior Lu lu lu lu lus