Junkyard J. vs. The Skin Army Girlz/High Fives, LA Hives

«roll film!» screams scissors lips
Prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss
She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t speak
As faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks
Scene one, enter junkyard j:
The man with the used smile spits on his fingertips
Swinging the sledgehammer he pounds his thunder kiss
And the crowd sing sings along to his victory song
Pinned on the anvil her crown starts to flake
But that’s what it takes to make the big make the big break!
Cut camera! screams scissor lips
The screen god shuts
The audience gnaws their finger tips
Stage hands hammer stakes to her hands and knees
The modern crucifixion legs parted in the shape of a V
Scene two: enter skin army girls:
Camaro’s disguised as tanks
Pom pom’s blazing rapid fire blanks
High fives, ruined lives, high fives LA hives
High fives high fives the theatre wails like diseased violins
High fives heeled castanet clicks rape harmony
Youth decays in 4/4 time
Scene three: this is the making of a hollywood queen
The christening of a legendary dream
This is your birth breath, this is your death sigh
And nothing hurts quite like the first time