He's the Brat - Adam Green

He’s the brat with the sterilized pitchfork

He’s the singer of the Beachwood Sparks

He’s a dreamy kind of cheesy companion piece

Who wants to show me where the healing starts

Beauty is evil

Immaculate evil, don’t you think?

But I’m lost in the flames of a grand explosion

Stumbling in the neon groves

Ladies flock to the overnight discos

Slamming vodka tonic down their throats

While your older brothers company publicist

Is sliding off his momma’s pantyhose

Beauty is evil

Immaculate evil, don’t you think?

But I’m mopping up stains from a blood transfusion

Stumbling in the neon groves

Oh the pleasures of the morning are simple

But the treasures are the sweetest I’ve known

Oh I’m just so excited to look through my new eyes

The needles are covered with snow

So take me down to the winterland bombshell factory

You can hear the mermaids groan

On the double breasted coconut seashell

Half wrecked bus to Yankee Stadium

Beauty is evil

I like to be evil, can’t you see?

But I’m lost in the flames of a grand explosion

Stumbling in the neon groves