Close Lobsters - Pimps lyrics

They used hysterical reactions Don't make, feel contentment son Hideous, grotesque ideas They don't make this time a happy one Happy one... Happy one... Get myself so broken in the great twilight To the end of the eclipse Again I'll topple that mirror down And it hasn't shattered ever Ever... ever. All my dreams come true at last Pinch me if apathy please Superstition towards everything But we live still by the power of the stars The power of the stars... The power of the stars... You know saints and angels And martyrs and pimps You know saints and angels And martyrs and pimps