Filipino Girls (Lip Synching Dusty Springfield...)

Filipino girls
Lip-synching Dusty Springfield songs
The bass-bins boom all night long
I hardly knew you with the gimp mask on

Someone's showing polaroids
Of some bum-fluffed cherubim
All the ladyboys are in love with him
That pill I took just never did kick in
Now there's sweater girls doing some choreographed '60s thing
But I don't even remember why I even came in
Outside, the night creeps like ivy up a stone
See that Italian girl?
She met her boyfriend on a porn movie set
He blew his head off playing Russian roulette
They once saw Warhol in a New York laundrette
And Jake the nice Canadian boy
He's the blowjob queen of Montreal
He took a walk once bare-arsed through St. Paul's
Aw, c'mon, he's just a nutjob, that's all
Now there's a garage band onstage playing songs of sex and death
Belched out hard and fast on stinking breath
The singer's voice is like a blade squeaking on bone
And a Charles Manson lookalike
In a black leather pork pie hat
Asks me what am I staring at
But I dont stop to chat
And your sister
Said all these little punk bands suck
And gave me a Buddha for luck
Then flashed a peace sign like I gave a fuck
And in the gashes of cold dawn light through venetian blinds,
Snow White's on her knees before Frankenstein,
And I never felt so all alone