S.T.G.

Sonic teenage Guinevere, sunbeam-scenequeen
Loves her dollhouse livin
Armani-armoured silver-stallion saints
Flock around their prize
High flying producer Day-child trembling
Spahn-ranch rain-king dancing
And the wheel turns
For the Manchild is arissen
Omnipothead, killer-god on the bus
That buzz to never, never, never-ever land
Too much runny paint to make sense
Too honest liars to eye
Lancelot is choking on the rosemary
Only looking back and back and back and back
Back to where the babies blood paint doors
Teenage Guinevere is no more
You can’t kill me, I’m already dead
You can’t catch me, I’ve already fled
You can’t free me, I’m already free
And Ill change your destiny
Trust in me, I’ll change your destiny!
Sonic teenage Guinevere
Sonic teenage Guinevere
Sonic teenage Guinevere
Sonic teenage Guinevere