nottingham

i'm selling my soul to the industry of staying alive
sipping a pepsi full of switchblades
and showing my heart for the price of a wrist watch
it could be a bar fight
we're toppling gravestones in hot pink combat boots
we're waiting in our boudoirs with pistols and feathers
we're armed to the teeth with lovers

our hometowns rain down bullets
my soul is longer than the brooklyn bridge
and i wear it on my sleeve like acid
billboards pour out like stones
untouchable angels walk above
on mirror seas of shattered catwalks
we reach out and pluck them from the skies

we lie alone in darkened doorways
waiting for the boys with the needles and shine
swallowing phonecalls for the hope of a drug
put up a body for the loan
until we feel the pain slip inside us
i'm writing your name in the sky
so i can get it out of my heart
the cost of manufactured love and
fabricated beauty
it's not what was on the box

we lose our friendships and our minds
we find broken buildings and shutterbugs
infesting the vines of our beings
the relics and remnants of the bomb and its winter
i'm watching the snowfall
skies full of ash
like the soft gray of nothing greater than Gatsby
your hands are like a phonograph
and they play songs of my voice