[Verse 1]
She stood spotlit in a plain print dress
Came howling out of the wilderness
There beat a cunning and murderous heart
Beneath that calm exterior
You know my name, you don't know my mind
Don't doubt my eyes, they betray the past
And I've already forgotten
Much more than you will ever know
Every word that I have spoken is true
Except the ones that have been broken in two
I'm trying to make peace after the long night of pretend
I need a pawnbroker or a moneylender
[Chorus]
Why do you do me down, mister?
Sing "Hallelujah," sister
Turn up the volume just to turn it down
The trivial secrets buried with the profound
It's enough to put a church underground
It's enough to put a church underground
[Verse 2]
Deflowered young and then ever since
She tried to wash off his fingerprints
So every charlatan and prince
Was made to feel inferior
She worked for tips in a ten cent dance
Said moving pictures might pay per chance
10,000 one-way tickets to the sparkling coast
From the blank interior
Everybody's either talking in code
Or getting ready to explode
And she was singing in a five-piece band
Seems that no one really wants this sound
She stood spotlit in a plain print dress
Came howling out of the wilderness
There beat a cunning and murderous heart
Beneath that calm exterior
You know my name, you don't know my mind
Don't doubt my eyes, they betray the past
And I've already forgotten
Much more than you will ever know
Every word that I have spoken is true
Except the ones that have been broken in two
I'm trying to make peace after the long night of pretend
I need a pawnbroker or a moneylender
[Chorus]
Why do you do me down, mister?
Sing "Hallelujah," sister
Turn up the volume just to turn it down
The trivial secrets buried with the profound
It's enough to put a church underground
It's enough to put a church underground
[Verse 2]
Deflowered young and then ever since
She tried to wash off his fingerprints
So every charlatan and prince
Was made to feel inferior
She worked for tips in a ten cent dance
Said moving pictures might pay per chance
10,000 one-way tickets to the sparkling coast
From the blank interior
Everybody's either talking in code
Or getting ready to explode
And she was singing in a five-piece band
Seems that no one really wants this sound
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