Broken English

Broken english, quaalude comma
Valley of the dolls persona
Sounds like pieces, floating slowly
Slowly, slowly
Down a path of treetops lonely
A ring for each year’s ceremony
We all hide our tender moments
Real, real
Starting to hit the ground
No feet, no silence, no sound
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go
Starting to hit the ground
No feet, no silence, no sound
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go
Can’t feel it, can’t feel it
Can’t feel it, can’t feel it
Can’t feel it, can’t feel it
Can’t feel it, can’t feel it
Ahhhhhhohhh! Feeling real now
Whisper slowly to the old me
Lifting off wet grass, pastel green
Facing the cool earth
One side only
Only, only
Finally hit the ground
No space, no color, no sound
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go
Finally hit the ground
No space, no color, no sound
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go
Don’t need it, don’t need it
Don’t need it, don’t need it
Don’t need it, don’t need it
Don’t need it, don’t need it
Don’t need it, don’t need it
Don’t need it, don’t need it
Don’t need it, don’t need it
Don’t need it, ahhhhhhhohhh!
I own my own, don’t feel alone
I own my own, I’ve got control
The best in show, the best in show
The best in show, the best in show, oooh
Starting to hit the ground
No feet, no silence, no sound
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go
Finally hit the ground
No space, no color, no sound
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go
Finally hit the ground
No space, no color, no sound
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go