Mercy and Tuesday

Got to work, need to play, jack into the might
What he chose, strike the pose, feel like shit tonight
Light a smoke, have a drink, wear the jester’s mask
Make a joke, have a laugh, seems like such a task
Walking thru the door, don’t need no passes
Walking down the hall, ain’t got no love
Smack you in the face, gonna break your glasses
Got a little dirt on her velvet glove
Feels like pain, then again, haven’t felt for years
Make a pout, try to shout, alligator tears
Try to draw the line on a clear glass table
Jam up the mirror, ain’t got no love
Tend your gaping wound if she was able
Got a little blood on her velvet glove
Mercy and Tuesday came to the show
Couldn’t hang backstage cuz they had to go
Make an appearance, need to be seen
Laugh at the staff, it seems they’re so mean
Pull the ace, make the face, walk onto the stage
Take a drink, give a wink, try to act his age
Taxi boys 'n' all that noise, lights are in his eyes
Power chord, mental ward, wearing his disguise
Standing in the wings, sweet sisters with a switchblade
Turns to walk away, ain’t got no love
Cut him just a little for the noise that he made
Gotta little mess on her velvet glove
Mercy and Tuesday, they’ve got the nerve
Took down our friend Roger, threw him a curve
But they don’t think two times 'bout those that they’ve hurt
Slinging their mud, throwing their dirt
Houston and April, witches of yore
Laughing and belching, acting the whore
Fishnets and vice grips, whiskey and coke
Teardrops and bloodstains, a snort and a toke
Mercy and Tuesday looked to the stage
Saw nothing but poses draped in fake rage
Shrugged their thin shoulders, sipped their weak drinks
Looked at their watches and started to think…
Mercy met April, Houston met the Tooz
They all had a love for glitter and booze
Cold shoulder the boys who don’t understand
So they joined forces and started a band