Your star is descending

Round here blindly

Tell your dancing daughter

That theres no room

On the wing

We can bitch

But it aint a tinsel town

Hey! starchild

Cant dance

Left out on a useless limb

This party will start

To drag you down

Slap your face

And pull your hair



Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this skin is head

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this thing is dead



I was in traction

Started off smiling

Couldnt help laughing

I was astounded when

They caught you unware

And some missionary said

That this week

Weave got to shoot

All the dancing girls

And then replace them

With satellites instead



Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this skin is head

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this thing is dead



Like to see something change

Around here, around there