Blue velvet America

Half glimpsed in the headlights between the trees

Who punctured the beauty

and invited monsters such as these

The pig faced boy, the corrupted clown

The grotesque figure who never comes in to town



Something broken, something stained

Something waiting for the worms to claim

And you can never go there again

Except in nightmares

The voyeur who dares not come near

Knows excitement is merely the beginning of fear



My shadow came this morning

And left some candy in my shoe

They're always watching me

Watching the things I do

Cindy of a thousand lives

Cindy of the Stepford Wives



I've looked at all the photographs

But Cindy, which one of them is you