Well, pale face said to the eyeball kid
She just goes clank and boom and steam
A halo, wings, horns and a tail
Shoveling coal inside my dreams

There are no laws
She's made of cream
She's such a scream

Qui bon tres bien, nails in the cement
A Donnie gal from mortal clay
The plow is red, the well is full
Inside the dollhouse of her skull

A cheetah coat
Fills up with steam
She's such a scream

All crooked lines, her fireplace
A milktrain so clean, machine gun haste
You'll ride the only wall of shame
And drag that chain across the state

Her lips are red
She is the queen
She's such a scream