Artist: The Auteurs
Song: bailed out
Your star is descending
'Round here blindly
Tell your dancing daughter
That there's no room on the wing
We can bitch
But it ain't a tinsel town
Hey starchild, can't dance
Left out on a useless limb
This party will start to drag you down
Slap your face and pull your hair
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this skinnish head
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this thing is dead
I was in traction, started off smiling
Couldn't help laughing
I was astounded
When they caught you unaware
And some missionary said that this week
We've got to shoot all the dancing girls
And then replace them
With satellites instead
This party will start to drag you down
Slap your face and pull your hair
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this skinnish head
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this thing is dead
Like to see something change
Around here, around there, around here
This party will start to drag you down
Slap your face and pull your hair
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this skinnish head
Bailed out, bailed out
Bailed out, this thing is dead
