In Praise of the f*cked-Up Girl lyrics
by The Urinals
Who will comfort the f*cked-up girl?
Feed her wine and bread?
Who will quiet the multitudes that live under her bed?
Who will marry the f*cked up girl?
Read to her impassioned verse?
She speaks a thousand tongues all of them in reverse
She will kiss you like galaxies colliding
She will cut your hair and hide it in her closet
Who will sleep with the f*cked up girl?
Share her bed with porcupines?
She dreams of steam shovels, a cactus grows out of her spine