*Rotten Candy*

What was she for Halloween
The ugliest girl you've ever seen
Someday she will die alone
What was she for Valentine's
An old forgotten concubine
Someday she will die for no one

She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in place
Jesus saves
Old age
Old age

It's okay to kill your idols
Just pretend you have no rivals
We all know that she is friendless

Spits at mirrors
It's not an issue
Just remove the hateful tissue
We all know her rage is endless

And she begs you
She says pretty please
I'll make her pure again
I'll make her clean

No one knows she's Hester Prynne
Someone please tell Ann Boleyn
Chokers are back in again
Someday she won't have to fake it
Living will itself seem sacred
Someday she will just refuse

- Hole, "Old Age"

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