Текст Amanda Palmer – The Changing Room

Carolina Caterpillar’s curled up on a leaf
Counting all the new friends that are on her list to leave
Cocoons aren’t made for communes
She needs her wings to spread

The sink tastes like an ashtray
Never washed, and upside down
«Get a life» says old aunt agony
She turns the volume down
Teleports back to the bathroom
Where she might be found
Reclining Venus, extra furs
So fine in such a gown
«It’s not easy being inconvenient»
Carolina frowned

Now she’ll purr like Eartha Kitt with bloody nails
Laetitia’s whips
The cat stares from the pillow
Never judging, only sits
If she learned how to be patient
No need to bite her tail
The Oracle, she’s ancient
She did not inhale

Carolina Caterpillar slips from hive to hive
She stops off at the pink dot to get cigarettes and flies
She knows she’s got an hour before something in her dies
«It’s not me, it’s you, and that’s what’s tragic»

Carolina sighs