A Textbook Tragedy - Cynthia: A Mistress... lyrics

Cynthia Why are you always screaming? Tell your lies Nobody believes you Think this through Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want to end on a violent note? I know I do Just sit still I got a girl She's out of this world Yea she's electric With disco curls So bring your close friends And party down We've got a nice place Come drink a round Sour? Saint? Sour! Cynthia Come closer I've always been a s**er for those vicious eyes Now dim the house lights And settle in for the show The fourth floor looks just like a theatre Now we're ready to go see the angel with the cut wings Lying on the pavement Bleeding from the landing Choking on her own teeth