Dinner's getting cold --

You haven't touched a thing

So what's it gonna be?

I can hold out much longer than you

When it's steady I'm just acting out my roles

When you're ready I'll be walking out that door

And don't call me Pretty Baby anymore,

Oh, foolish worker bee --

I'm your fucking queen.



I threw out the phone to try to get through to you

The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator

This house is the hole that you could never fill

With rose-blossomed bouquets, vanities and loveseats



Sad little boy, I know you get confused

But everyone goes through these trials of self-truth and self-abuse

When you're selfless you're so hard not to adore

When you're selfish, I just love you even more

I want to help you, but you've got to say the words:

"I want to be cured."



Drowned...

Deep in this hole we've dug for ourselves

Throw me in -- headfirst, submerged in this great depression

Impoverished, and Impotent....



...And Don't Call Me Pretty Baby



I threw out the phone to try to get through to you

The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator

This house is the hole that you could never fill

With shattered dinner plates

That's how we'll communicate



Hey, Pretty Baby, are you ready for bed?