The
neon princess smiles,
a smile that's numb with nothingness
Her eyes a sea of molten
masquerade.
And she moves her mouth in greeting,
and she kisses you to show you are welcome
to her gruesome small parade.
But her words have little meaning,
and her kisses have no feeling,
And she doesn't really see you there at all
For her neon youth is flying
And she knows there's no use crying
An d she doesn't really care
which way she falls
The neon princess drinks the beer
you buy her on the sly.
She's tasting meat in an
Arthurian dream.
And though she sits beside you
on the bench against the wall,
she sees herself beside a
Scottish stream.
And she goes
What's on with her dreaming?
Though she knows what
you are scheming
For your hands are asking
silent questions of her
And her neon world is dying
And she knows there's no use crying
And she doesn't really care
who is her lover
The neon princess climbs the stairs
up to the room you show her
Her feet reluctant to the
work of walking
And she takes the drink you offer
and she nibbles at your ear
And you know she doesn't feel
too much like talking
And you think you know her yearning
For your own lust is a burning
But that isn't really what
she feels at all
It's just her neon world is dying
And she knows there's no use crying
And she doesn't really care
which way she falls
Oh, the neon princess
burns you
with the presence of her body.
You feel the passion of
the moment go.
For though she's there beside you,
her presence is a joy.
For her spirit left her body long ago
And you finish what you started
But you do it now half -hearted
For you know she doesn't feel
you there above her
And you know that you are flying
A princess who is dying
Who doesn't even care who is her lover
And she's gone now and you're lonely
But you know you do not miss her
She was gone before you
found her on the corner
And you know that she's a mar tyr,
a phantom orphan in the night
And you know that no one else
will ever mourn her
Neon princess is defiled,
she's a lost and lonely child
Who'll come to anyone
who cares to call
An d she's done her share of crying
For her neon youth that's dying
And she knows there's nothing
left now but to fall
You