I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world

That put my friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours

She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?


Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake

Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores

To broken centre floor
We know we miss her
We miss her picture


Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated

For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated

For fear of growing old

Farewell the ashtray girl

Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake

Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
We know we miss her

We miss her picture

Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated
For fear of growing old


Hang on
Though we try
It's gone

Hang on
Though we try
It's gone


Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated

For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated

For fear of growing old
Can't stop growing old...(X5)