Текст Amanda Palmer – Provanity

I have been pro-vanity since i was 10
I put your altars in an eye shadow den
In the bag I didn’t drop, there were no cherry lollipops
But cherry lips, smack her, I sawed her off

And I’m sick of your smile
And I’m sick of your face
And I’m sick of your meaningless blather
And I’m sick of your hair, and I wish it weren’t there
It’s a awfully delicate matter

There is no place I would rather be killed
Than in my own backyard on my own propane grill
In the lie I didn’t stop a little candy-coated boy was caught
And I felt bad as I ripped him off

Many prizes can reward a child for good behavior
But you should be wary of those that involve love

And I’m sick when I breathe
And I wish you would leave
At the very least, quit the contractions
It’s not wrong, I mean, Christ, but I don’t think it’s right
To just slice for a piece of the action

Oh, what a wonderful party
Oh, what a comfortable home
Oh, what a wonderful body
So what’s in the bottle, what’s in the bottle?

(It is so comfortable)

I have been pro-vanity since I could know
No one will ever care to see what I don’t show
In the room I kept her locked she grew up talking just like me

And I’m sick of myself
And I wish you could help
Have a shot with me, pull up a ladder
Oh, it sounds like that spirit we haven’t been hearing
Since 1916 when the dada came dearing

And maybe you’d be happy
To be pro-vanity