Story Behind The Song
See above.
Song Description
No one reads these, right?
| Song Length |
3:32 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Tense |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The lady from the house of wax
smiles until her makeup cracks
She offers me the job, I tell her fine
The broker with the derby
gets the broom and says I'm early
I can make the morning papers
if I harden up in time
Get me out, get me out, get me out
I'm falling down
Oh... what a ridiculous town
Sal the king of Glamourville
despite the shortage gets his fill
avoid him when he's looking underfed
Powder monkey, china blue
the only white man privy to
a million dirty things Confucius knew
but never said
Chorus
You can't try to tell me down is up
black is white, wrong is right
no that won't work this time
We gotta rip, rip that velvet cord
This house of wax must have a door
Frankenstein Maloney
and his stooges and his cronies
nd his partner with the cauliflower ear
Doesn't matter what you done
the less you did, the more the fun
forget about it all
cuz even God won't find you here
Chorus