Pretty Hair

Your mother helped you move

Made your transition smooth

Your community was there

The youthful faces, pretty hair

You were surrounded, by your peers

Then one day you saw it

You went home and tried to draw it

You couldn't get it quite right

Its luminescence was so strangely bright

Living in a fantasy

Of toxicity (toxic-ly)

You're rubbing up against the veneer of disease

You didn't know, you didn't ask you know that its easy

But you don't care you like it that way

Being taken by surprise

And narrowly narrowly narrowly

Avoiding your demise

A year later, early one morning

You woke up coughing you poor thing

Turned on the radio, but it wasn't active

There was a blackout, it was radioactive

So your mother came to get you

Because that's what mothers do

Left your neighborhood in pieces

Reduced to rubble and debris

Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV

Watched it on TV

In your fathers den of iniquity

And you changed the channel

When you saw your old friend

It was burning pretty hair was melting off your skin