The Pink Spiders Hey Jane

The polyester vest she wears at the arcade

On a break from tearing tickets

Every minute spent on this old pinball machine

Saving up her money to pay her tuition

“Got a little left over” she thinks

So she puts it in the machine

Cause she’s got a high score to beat

Hey Jane I got a little money

Wanna spend it on a night away?

We’ll drive until tomorrow, Drive a mile for all our sorrows

Hey Jane I know your hungry honey

But I promise you that things will change

Just don’t let your life’s income determine your life’s outcome

She had a good job that she traded for cocaine

Everyday became the same

And yesterdays were celebrated but forgotten so fast

Cause everyone around her surrounds her in excess

She’s trying harder to convince herself

That all her better days are not in the past

And that this paycheck’s gonna last

The Pink Spiders How’s This For Space?

She whispers like a megaphone

Its less than subtle and not quite love

Cause I can never be alone

I asked for space and then she grabbed my shirt and held me from the window

Hey hows this for space?

So cut the signal if it still feeds back

Its not an order its a heart attack

As memories of your playground love are catching up to you but these battles need not swords

This open journals empty rhetoric so par for the course

A target audience to snuggle with no guilt or remorse

You point and click and keep your distance

Its the digital age up close in person

Is old fashioned zero one is the rage

The wireless age has got its people on leashes

The Pink Spiders Mrs. Ruston

Mrs. Ruston, I survived the rest of your life

Unaware, oblivious, you couldn’t be down,

And now you’re given out the combination code

And they know

Mrs. Ruston, time retired all the lights

The electric air expired with the night,

But you’re eyes are deep and cut through me

Here in the afterglow –

What a show

And she keeps sketching her dreams

From the back of her mind into the souls of machines

An audience breathes the troubles she’s trying to forget

And these scenes, obviously

Though I don’t know what they said

Somehow I know what they mean

But how can I trust the bridge if I didn’t build it?

Mrs. Ruston, he was waiting there all along

What a fool, but how could anyone think it wrong

To wait, or hesitate from pushing you away,

If you’d stay?

And she keeps sketching her dreams

From the back of her mind into the souls of machines

An audience breathes the troubles she’s trying to forget

And these scenes, obviously

Though I don’t know what they said

Somehow I know what they mean

But how can I trust the bridge if I didn’t build it?

The constellations falling slowly from the sky

With blurry edges through the tears that fill your eyes

You’d like to catch them, but you’re too afraid to try,

‘Cause it might be worth the effort

But it’s just not worth the time

Mrs. Ruston, life resides inside of the grey

And every step reminds me what you said

About losing touch with those you love

And giving yourself away

Every day

And she keeps sketching her dreams

From the back of her mind into the souls of machines

An audience breathes the troubles she’s trying to forget

And these scenes, obviously

Though I don’t know what they said

Somehow I know what they mean

But how can I trust the bridge if I didn’t build it?

When she keeps quiet and clean,

Despite the impact, in fact it’s all that she needs

As an ambulance screams a choir to silence the regrets,

This one dream, evidently,

Was like a flashback trip that was stealing the scene

But how can I trust the bridge if I didn’t build it?

The Pink Spiders Don’t Wait For Me

As I wake up alone, after years of playing musical homes,

I am not really sure, ’cause it’s all such a blur,

But I think I’ll be home in the fall

And as my friends live and breathe,

It seems they’re doing just fine without me

‘Cause I walk like a ghost without what meant the most to me

Back before I had it all

And it’s minutes to hours and hours to days,

It’s cradles then taxes then caskets then graves

But you’ve got your own world to burn –

Don’t wait for me, don’t wait for me

And I was feeling alright

It was just me and Jack Daniel’s tonight,

And I appreciated his company the same

It reminded me of Tennessee

And it’s minutes to hours and hours to days,

It’s cradles then taxes then caskets then graves

On these city streets we can’t stop for a while,

We just live out our lives every mile after mile

But you’ve got your own world to burn –

Don’t wait for me, don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me

I’d fly to your arms if only I can move

And I’d find a way through the turbulent sky

‘Cause I know and you know there’s nothing to prove

This distance ain’t only in miles

And it’s minutes to hours and hours to days

It’s cradles then taxes then caskets then graves

On these city streets we can’t stop for a while

We just live out our life every mile after mile

But you’ve got your own world to burn –

Don’t wait for me, don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me, don’t wait for me

So I guess this is the dream,

But no one said it’d be such a machine.

The Pink Spiders Falling With Every Step

Oh, fashionistas, scene police and souvenirs –

Keepsakes from days I wish that I wasn’t here

Snowflake, it’s so hard –

You’re a whole lot, you’re a sham

But I think I want it, I think I need it –

Like I need a heart attack

Now I’m falling, falling, falling with every step

And I’m crawling, crawling past the company that I’ve kept

Oh, calm charisma, there’s no story in your tears,

So let’s just do nothing but hang like chandeliers

You’re such a big shot

You’re a astronaut, you’re a flirt

But I think I want it, I think I need it –

Like I need a heart attack

Now I’m falling, falling, falling with every step

And I’m crawling, crawling past the company that I’ve kept

Every day is a runaround, all I want is a taste but now

I’m falling, falling, falling with every step

Falling, falling,

In the fault line I’m falling

Like an engine that’s stalling,

And nobody, nobody’s getting out alive

(Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know

There’s no escape I swear, there are no secrets)

Falling, falling,

In the fault line I’m falling

Like an engine that’s stalling,

And nobody, nobody’s getting out alive

(Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know

There’s no escape I swear, there are no secrets)

Falling, falling,

In the fault line I’m falling

Like an engine that’s stalling,

And nobody, nobody’s getting out alive

(Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know

There’s no escape I swear, there are no secrets)

My heart was with her, but my body’s on strike,

Fighting the poison that I’ve chosen tonight

She looked concerned, said, “Are you feeling alright?”

I didn’t answer

(Stop me if you’ve heard this one)

Another bastard with a shit-eating grin,

So disingenuous, just phoning it in

Slowly fading, easy faking chagrin

She said, “I’m sorry,”

(At least that’s what I think she said)

The faced manipulations of nefarious creeps,

The kind that reminisce about the heart of the streets,

The kind that talked a lot of shit, but couldn’t handle the heat,

The kind you saw it in their eyes it was the

Widening retinas acting as antennas

Nothing was sacred and nothing was safe at all

Wa-oh, wa-oh, we’re falling so loud

Wa-oh, wa-oh, we’re falling so loud

Wa-oh, wa-oh, we’re falling so loud

Wa-oh, wa-oh, we’re falling so loud

Now I’m falling, falling, falling with every step

And I’m crawling, crawling past the company that I’ve kept

Every day is a runaround, all I want is a taste but now

I’m falling, falling, falling with every step

Falling, falling,

In the fault line I’m falling

The Pink Spiders Lovers Into Ghosts

Watch our hero as he grows impatient

Hes irritated so he keeps her waiting

Building up suspense is good for leverage

And she approaches

Chewing words that he said

A question mark thats penciled over her head

She is treating bullet wounds with bandages

And she says I dont really wanna wait forever wake up its now or never my lifes not on hold for you

Oh god thats when it hurts the most

When your reckless indiscretion is turning lovers into ghosts

Then its real

God thats when it counts the most

Falling as she says that I am living for nothing

Dying for proof

Hes so surprised to find he cant stop it

The more he thinks about it the more he says fuck it

This is the last time that Im yours and youre mine he says with great relief

But its not over

This is no denouement

Another calendar replaced

As every hotel taunts the fact that she is over him

And he says every conversation I remember ended with ill see you in November two months isnt all that long

Shes a bomb and youve lit the fuse

The Pink Spiders Little Razorblade

Hey hey little razorblade girl you’re so so dangerous

You say you wanna try and get away

And that’s just so obvious

But I’ve got the keys so lets put it into drive

Hey hey little razorblade girl you’re so so serious

You’re only pretty when you walk away

And you act oblivious

But I’ve got the keys so lets put it into drive

But don’t call it a crush, don’t call it a crush baby

You know I love you too much

To be crushed like that

Give me back my heart tonight

I’m sick of never smiling cause you’re so uptight

Cause we know its not alright

When neither one of us is putting up a fight

And you’re right that its wrong

To spend the night alone

You stand on the shore as I’m treading water

and wave as I sink like a stone

Hey hey little razorblade girl you’re so so obnoxious

This lucid dream is not reality and it makes me so anxious

Hey hey little razorblade girl you’re so so dangerous

You say you wanna try and get away

And that’ just so obvious

The Pink Spiders Soft Smoke

Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad

And now it’s dropping down the thirty below

I can’t feel my toes but babby I’m on fire

We’ll sleep in subways we’ll spend time in cafes

These pretty girls and these Manhattan apartments

These New York police are all fuckin’ liars

Staten Island princess so pretty in pearls

Drop it down make it an uptown affair

You got the money and I got the drugs

You’re pretty pretty for a white white girl

Take me to the Mercury Lounge

Let’s see what trouble we can get in tonight

Cause everywhere I go its like the end of the world

But with your back to the wall you’re gonna be the lonely one

If you dance all night you’re gonna be loved [x2]

Don’t know where to start, you’re breaking my heart

How’s anybody supposed to love you, baby ’til you do?

But with your back to the wall you’re gonna be the lonely one

If you dance all night you’re gonna be loved [x4]

If you dance all night, you’re gonna be loved

The Pink Spiders Saturday Nite Riot

Hey hey this is everything today

When you’ve got nothing to complain about

You’ve got nothing to say

So this had better be good or you’d better be quiet

Cause baby I’m not standing in your way

We could paint this city red

Or we could drown it out in gray

If Friday night is a bust Saturday is a riot

Oh Emily I love you for your apathy

How you sell it in your diary

It’s no secret, you can’t die if your life’s a mystery

Emily, now you’re starving for some sympathy

And you think you’ve got it worse than me

But you’ll see that you can’t live if your life’s tragedy

Hey hey girl you’re driving me insane

You’re obnoxious when they’re pretty

You’re ecstatic when they’re plain

But this is my design, this is my roller coaster

And you said I won’t be happy ’til I’m dead

But I told you once before

and girl I meant it when I said

I don’t wanna be close I just wanna be closer

All alone and very ordinary (so very)

When your duress is now your sanctuary

(you’ve got it all wrong)

You’ve got it wrong

But I’ve never been the type to walk away so fast

Cause there’s no way out until I shout

The Pink Spiders Going Steady

And it goes

Doo wah doo wah things are getting petty

She said, “no more sex unless we’re going steady”

I said, “alright goodnight. wake me when you change your mind”

Cause I don’t wanna see your bedroom sugar

I’m not looking for love

And she says I don’t wanna be the girl in your backseat tonight

What are you doing in that short skirt sugar?

You can’t be lookin’ for love

There’s no time for fool around when I’m in another town tomorrow