Saint Judy

Saint Judy

She's staggering across the floor

Saint Judy

Behaving like a whore

Saint Judy

She's giving it all the tears

She tears her dress

Looks a mess

Well I've wanted to do it for years

Well I've wanted to do it for years

Now I had a dream

Well, more a fantasy

Kip Noll, John Holmes and me

All in bed we were going O.T.T.

What a sight to see

What a sight to see

Well a diva a day

Keeps the boredom away

I love 'em when they throw up their arms

And they bathe in that applause

Shouting

Screaming

Singing

Stamping

Slamming hotel doors

Champagne chilled

And the pills well spilled

All wide eyes

And overkill

Minks

The drinks

The curves

The kinks

Always acts before she thinks

Well that's what you call a star boys

That's what you call a star

Too many of my skeletons

In other people's closets

Too many people taking

Without leaving deposits

Too many people bringing me down

Bringing me down

Well they may find me on a hotel floor

High heels in a pool of gore

Curtains closed

And a bolted door

Breaking every law

And if I die before I wake up

I pray the Lord don't smudge my make-up

The dress will be fine when the hem I take up

The dress will be just fine

Sometimes I feel like a moral-less child

Sometimes I feel that I've gone too wild

Spilled my guts

Done myself in

Died for a multitude of sins

It feels good to die for your sins

It feels so good

So good boys

Well, let's all put on our sequinned dresses

And end it all in tears

Lets all holler and beat our breasts

Ending it all in tears

Christ I've wanted to do this for years

Saint Judy

What are we going to wear?

Saint Judy

Our souls we're gonna bear

Saint Judy

She's squeezing out those tears

She tears her dress

Looks a mess

Christ I've wanted to do this for years