Lyrics
Here we are
(On fire)
How will you get out of this,
have you thought about it?
Here we are!
At the Psycho party.
You have the right dress,
the smile,
the thin bowed legs,
you look like his mother,
you're pretty,
you are the boss's woman,
the Queen at his side.
Were you laughing with them too
while the grapes were being crushed?
Did your eyes shine
when the hair
smeared red in the vat
wasn't yours yet?
There are no fairies
on the bad side.