Deemed Psychotic - Lyrics

Rose is having trouble sleeping at night

Things aren't cosy in diva land

Close to the bottom of her bottle

She's as poisoned as the Tin Man

The furious carry-on queen

Painted red in stiletto heels

Castigating critics to reason's edge

Disgusted by her own failure to feel

• They're living faster, better, cheaper

• Trading their obsessions and lies

• They're just psychopathic players

• Becoming monsters with green eyes

None came close to Marcel the monkey

The poet who burgled my memories

He was always quite prepared to suffer

A tattooed man stalking the streets

He grew up at the end of the world

Stretched in desperation at the wailing wall

Mapping his dissipated life

Burning his time and watching it all

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