Pop Song

You’ve got the money and the heartache And the rest just turns to dust before I get to you And I always do I never forget you Little Wondergirl You’ve got a hand up in the window Like the baseball bat lying next to your bed To protect yourself Oh but its such a joke A silly dream My, my, my, my, my, my Your body is a board A rusty bag of nails Lying by the sea Your skin is slipping off The seaweed and urchins Feed on your bones Your body is a board A rusty bag of nails Lying by the sea Your skin is slipping off The seaweed and urchins Feed on your bones You’ve got some big plans for your nice house And some good friends you’ve got A lot to live for You even have health insurance Oh what a bore You could have so much more You’ve got your head looked out the window Through the curtains like I couldn’t see you But of course I do I never forget you I’m your only friend My, my, my, my, my, my Your body is a world As deep as it gets Laying by the sea Your skin is slipping on The seaweed and urchins Bleeding on your clothes