Tekster: Auteurs. 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