Helena
Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight. The stars say don't pick
a fight or barge things around.
See, apparently our bloodline is botched beyond redemption. Luckily, you
don't believe in redemption. (This may work in your favor, I'm told.)
So throw the old furniture in the fire as the children go barbaric behind
the wire. They're just children.
It's a drag the way your flag had to come down, with one of the above americas so
ferociously in bloom.
But pistols at dawn can only work for so long.
Curved appetites took flight when you decided to call the song
"A Pacific-Northwest bitch gets shown to her room."
So throw the old furniture in the fire as the children go barbaric behind
the wire. They're just children.
And this one goes out, just like the one before, to the 17th version of How
I Won The War.
Oh, first Destroyer! And, oh, now the Underground!"
Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight.
The stars say don't pick a fight or barge things around.
Just throw"¦ (chorus)