Disease Spewing From a Pretty Mouth

The ballerina in your music box
Was once a person who would dance at night
Slender dancer with the eyes of a fox
She would dance when the stars were all alight
Starving artist when the times were groovy
And when colors roamed among the walls
Trying drugs during the drive-in movie
Being scandelous in the college halls

(Is that you?)

Such a severe headache in the morning,
Parents have no idea where you've been
They've got suspicions and they're mourning
"When did our sweet child get into sin?"
You can see there's nothing for you here
So you pack up your bags and run away
All you've got is the art that you hold dear
Thespians keep you, and so that's where you'll stay

Whenever the sun fell behind the sky
The orchestra would strike-up and play
Play pretend until the moment would die-
The sixties ballerina until it was day

Every moment is filled with misery
And now you've got a baby on the way
Need to drown your sorrow and your fury
You've been rejected and you cannot stay
Get your problems out of your mind by drugging
And once again you've found another home
Baby's born and yet still you're loving
Dancing your heart out while being stoned.

(It always was)

Reality is catching up with you
Child is growing up without a mom
Damn daughter doesn't know what you've been through
Can't get a job while she's tagging along
Speeding up time a little bit further
Two ballerinas perform in the show
Mother and daughter, pretty as murder
One's losing her mind, but you'd never know

Whenever the sun fell behind the sky
The orchestra would strike-up and play-
Play pretend until the moment would die
The sixties ballerina until it was day

You discover there's nothing to cure you
Even dancing wouldn't slow it down
Hallucinations are increasing, too
You've noticed you're always wearing a frown
You can't even stand without screaming
And no one will hire those sick in mind
Someone, please tell you that you're dreaming
There was never mercy for all your kind

(It couldn't be)

Forty years later you're living alone
Waiting endlessly for them to arrive
Daughter and granddaughter to come home
When they're gone the memory stays alive
Just imaging the stage before you
Keeps the Hallucination beasts at bay
Telling your story to the air helps, too
The old day's life is better than today's

When the sun falls behind the dark gray sky
You remember the orchestra's sad song
Play pretend until the moment will die
And Ballerina's granddaughter will dance along...

(It shouldn't be.)