by Tori Amos
I took a taxi from LA to Venus in 1985.
I was electromagnetically sucked back into a party going on that night
It was the glory of the 80's with karma drawn up into lines
And two Bugle Boy models saying "Baby, it's a freebe you sure look deprived"
I had the Story of O in my bucket seat of my wannabe Mustang
Auditioning for reptiles in their Raquel Welsh campaign
In the glories of the 80's you said "I'm not afraid to die"
I said "I don't find that remotely funny even on the space cake high"
And then, when, it all seemed clear
Just then, you go and disappear
Silicone party barbies to the left and Joan of Arcs to the right
No one's feeling insecure, we were all gorge and famous in our last lives
In the glories of the 80's you said "The end is nothing to fear"
I said "Blow the end, now baby, who do I gotta shag to get out of here"
And then, when, it all seemed clear
Just then, you go and disappear
Sure you're out there just orbiting around
I wish I had you back now
I met a drag king called Venus she had a velvet hologram
She said "My husband ran off with my Shaman but they love me as I am"
In the glories of the 80's I may not have to die
I'll clone myself like that blonde chick that sings Bette Davis Eyes
And then, when, it all seemed clear
Just then, you go and disappear
I took a taki from LA to Venus in 1985