A Textbook Tragedy - Cynthia: A Mistress... lyrics

Cynthia Why are you always screaming? Tell your lies Nobody believes you Think this through Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want to end on a violent note? I know I do Just sit still I got a girl She's out of this world Yea she's electric With disco curls So bring your close friends And party down We've got a nice place Come drink a round Sour? Saint? Sour! Cynthia Come closer I've always been a sucker for those vicious eyes Now dim the house lights And settle in for the show The fourth floor looks just like a theatre Now we're ready to go see the angel with the cut wings Lying on the pavement Bleeding from the landing Choking on her own teeth (Thanks to Nathan for these lyrics)