Grace kelly

It's opening night in a town so quaint and serene
The clock drips away for each of her brilliant fifteen
The bleachers are silent, clowns painting off their frowns
The routine's the same the sun rises up and then comes tumbling down
She wants a war so there's something to cry about
She wants a death so that all of the tears can flow
She wants the credits so everyone can go home

Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly
as she falls that's all she sees
Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly
That's who she has always wanted to be

She stares in the mirror reflecting a face from the screen
She remembers her past and it plays like a Rear Window scene
The circus is no place, for a princess or a lady
She wants to be a country girl or part of high society
She closes her eyes to help keep the music down
She closes her mouth to stop truth from leaking out
She watches the credits so everyone can go home

The ringmaster twirls his mustache and bows to the crowd
The calliope clamors, the spotlight lifts up to the clouds
The girl leaps from the platform, glides gracefully to her doom
At least graceful is what's perceived by everyone in the room
Opening curtains to thousands of children's screams
Opening credits crescendo to title themes
Start the projector so nobody can go home

Because she wants to be remembered in traumatic, haunting dreams
of Boy Scouts and field trips watching midgets and madmen rush onto the scene

SONG TITLE: What I Get
TIME SIGNATURE: 6/8
KEY: D

I deserve every bit of what I get
I deserve every bit of what I get

and I feel freer and safer than ever before
without any plastic wrap or duct tape covering my door
and I see you living in the germ-free quarantine of war
and the fumes they just knock me to the floor
You burn your bridges down to the ground
I detonate mine and watch them come tumbling down
And you kill only the slowest people around
And I take thousands of innocent lives and I feel proud

Now I deserve every bit of what I get
I deserve every bit of what I get
'cause I am neurotically, despotically taking without regret
now I deserve every bit of what I get

you fly your airplane down into the sea
while mine cruises on to Washington DC
you kill all the jellyfish in a three-mile vicinity
and I take down federal buildings with me
but you're still a beautiful, beautiful shining star
and I'm still a beautiful, beautiful nothing at all
but somehow, like napalm, I keep burning you down
and now I wish that I never came around
yeah, now I wish that I never came around