RICKY WAS A YOUNG BOY
HE HAD A HEART OF STONE
LIVED 9-5 AND
WORKED HIS
FINGERS TO THE BONE
GIRLS TALK ABOUT THEIR SOCIAL LIVES
THEY'RE MADE OF LIPSTICK
PLASTIC AND PAINT
A TOUCH OF STABLE IN THEIR EYES
SHE AWAKENS
FROM A DREAM
TO A SILENT ROOM
WHERE SHADOWS SPEAK
OF MEMORIES
TIMES HAVE CHANGED AND TIMES ARE STRANGE HERE I COME BUT I AIN'T THE SAME MAMA, I'M COMING HOME