STEPFORD HIGH STREET

I’ll give you a clue
I don’t want to see it
If I ever sleep
I don’t want to dream it
Step back from my window
The Stepford Boys are coming past
Soft hands stroke Stepford skin
But don’t feel nothing.

Stepford High Street
It’s tradition
A face burnt beyond recognition
Put it in the rubbish bin
Lightbulb slowly starts to swing

Hold tight
Hold ti-i-ight
Ho-ol-old tight
Can’t get off the ride and that can’t be right

And I don’t have a clue
For their desperation
It’s just the things they do
Just their recreation
Step back from my window
The Stepford Boys are coming fast
They’ll ask me what I know but I
I don’t know nothing

Stepford High Street
It’s tradition
A face burnt beyond recognition
Put it in the rubbish bin
Lightbulb slowly starts to swing

Hold tight
Hold ti-i-ight
Ho-ol-old tight
Can’t get off the ride and that can’t be right

Don’t go to Stepford town
Because the roof tops harbour spies
A rustling on the roundabout
The bushes all have eyes
Don’t go to Stepford town
Don’t ever walk the High Street alone
When soft hands stroke your Stepford skin
You know you’re NOTHING!

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

My great aunt is dying
She’s rocking in her big chair
It’s dark in her corner
Her breath is getting shorter
My great aunt is blinded
Her skin is just like paper
It’s dark in her corner
Her fingers touch my collar
My daddy is crying
He turns around to face me
They’re pushing me forward
But I don’t wanna kiss her
The sirens are coming
Her bandages weep water
There’s Ashes Of Roses
And nothing in her corner!