i
they say she was worth a million hustler boys
and the day she died the tickets to the funeral were sold out
truth is she smelt plastic burning in the backseat of a taxi
brave girl dives headfirst from any height
and melts with the concrete
you gotta make something beautiful, do something meaningful
we’re all doe-eyed, sores open seeping,
doors closing the second you reach the station
and the veins of the city go nowhere
i saw him bare-chested with his baby fused to him on the dancefloor
and my skin is made from pvc, he was strutting in pleasers
gimp suit takes over like a parasite
it was 12:46 when i heard the news
left the club in tears, light pouring from every pore

ii
girl with china white skin and black tar eyes
girl with stars in her veins, a clot so divine
and every bone that broke was a prisoner from a cell
some say she took a leap of faith and others say she fell

iii
they said she jumped from a window on the thirteenth floor
they said it was the cleaner, he doesn’t work here anymore
and a diamond in the rough is just another piece of coal
till the light bounces off it, and today the coal miner’s a king
and from miles away i heard the canary scream
but the last time i ever heard it, i know i heard it sing