Sold-Out Show

Sold-Out Show - Wellbad

They call me Betty

But my name is Lou-Anne

This is my story

Don't know where to begin

I've been withering on this stage since I don't know when

Lips as red as lobsters in a frying-pan

But don't ask me how the weather was

'Cos I might not know

Don't ask me if I crave for too much

While I'm starving at a sold-out show

Behind the curtain

Just a planet away

This is where I live where they're fixing my grave

The dagger in my heart

I hear my mama say

You can't be free as long as you're safe

But don't ask me how the weather was

'Cos I might not know

Don't ask me if I crave for too much

While I'm starving at a sold-out show

So bring your worries and your sad lives too

I'll tell you stories and a little bit of truth

I gave my youth and my madness and myself to you

Watch me decompose 'cos I do it for you

But don't ask me how the weather was

'Cos I might not know

Don't ask me if I crave for too much

I'm starving at a sold-out

Starving at a sold-out

Starving at a sold-out show