I hold an image of the ashtray girl

As the cigarette burns on my chest

I wrote a poem that described her world

That put my friendship to the test

And late at night

Whilst on all fours

She used to watch me kiss the floor

What's wrong with this picture?

What's wrong with this picture?



Farewell the ashtray girl

Forbidden snowflake

Beware this troubled world

Watch out for earthquakes

Goodbye to open sores

To broken centre floor

We know we miss her

We miss her picture



Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated

For fear of growing old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

For fear of growing old



Farewell the ashtray girl

Angelic fruitcake

Beware this troubled world

Control your intake

Goodbye to open sores

Goodbye and furthermore

We know we miss her

We miss her picture



Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated

For fear of growing old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

For fear of growing old



Hang on

Though we try

It's gone

Hang on

Though we try

It's gone



Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated

For fear of growing old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

For fear of growing old

Can't stop growing old...