Monolators (The)
Duchess
Some kind of nasty weather, the Duchess makes her bed upThere must be something better than this.Some kind of pretty curtain, the Duchess knows for certainThere must be something better than thisWhat can I do, yeah? I've got to fill this hole in my headHer face turns blue, yeah, from the screamingI guess I better go back to bed.Some kind of indecision, the Duchess has a visionChewing on a gum cigaretteShe sees a motorcycle, you really shouldn't trifleWintertime is not over yetWhat can I do, yeah? I've got to fill this hole right awayHer face turns blue, yeah, at the stationI guess she's only fading away.
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