Grace Kelly

It's opening night in a town so quaint and serene

The clock drips away for each of her brilliant fifteen

The bleachers are silent, clowns painting off their frowns

The routine's the same; the sun rises up and then comes tumbling down

She wants a war so there's something to cry about

She wants a death so that all of the tears can flow

She wants the credits so everyone can go home

Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly

as she falls that's all she sees

Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly

That's who she has always wanted to be

She stares in the mirror reflecting a face from the screen

She remembers her past and it plays like a Rear Window scene

The circus is no place, for a princess or a lady

She wants to be a country girl or part of high society

She closes her eyes to help keep the music down

She closes her mouth to stop truth from leaking out

She watches the credits so everyone can go home

The ringmaster twirls his mustache and bows to the crowd

The calliope clamors, the spotlight lifts up to the clouds

The girl leaps from the platform, glides gracefully to her doom

At least graceful is what's perceived by everyone in the room

Opening curtains to thousands of children's screams

Opening credits crescendo to title themes

Start the projector so nobody can go home

Because she wants to be remembered in traumatic, haunting dreams

of Boy Scouts and field trips; watching midgets and madmen rush onto the scene

SONG TITLE: What I Get

TIME SIGNATURE: 6/8

KEY: D

I deserve every bit of what I get

I deserve every bit of what I get

and I feel freer and safer than ever before

without any plastic wrap or duct tape covering my door

and I see you living in the germ-free quarantine of war

and the fumes they just knock me to the floor

You burn your bridges down to the ground

I detonate mine and watch them come tumbling down

And you kill only the slowest people around

And I take thousands of innocent lives and I feel proud

Now I deserve every bit of what I get

I deserve every bit of what I get

'cause I am neurotically, despotically taking without regret

now I deserve every bit of what I get

you fly your airplane down into the sea

while mine cruises on to Washington DC

you kill all the jellyfish in a three-mile vicinity

and I take down federal buildings with me

but you're still a beautiful, beautiful shining star

and I'm still a beautiful, beautiful nothing at all

but somehow, like napalm, I keep burning you down

and now I wish that I never came around

yeah, now I wish that I never came around