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

"Roll film!" screams Scissor 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 tovflake

But that's what it takes to make the big make the big break!

"Cut Camera!" screams Scissor Lips

The Screen God shut, 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 theater wails like diseased violins

High-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