Pulp Fiction

Pulp Fiction - Amanda Palmer/Edward Ka-Spel

We came here as a matching set

The six of us just us six innocents

A blind date at the fiction

May I peek through your blue eyes

The night is white the lights are flashing

And the six of us are hot

Although it's March you'll find us splashing

Where the rest of you would not

The room just keeps on spinning as the bad boys play roulette

I lost a shoe but I keep winning

No contusions no regret

Because it's better to be hammered than a useless rusty nail

It's all the sixes and we're set into the morning Abigail

I'm on my knees

Not praying

Is there anybody down there

Sorry please

It's taken

You won't find anybody in here

We're flying at the fiction on a night you won't believe

Free spirits flailing in the fountain

And near nothing underneath

It's like the movie where she gets the guy

And takes the plane and leaves

The tragic facts of life for losers for a life less ordinary

They all shoot horses don't they

Sure we're doomed to drop

I don't care how long it takes

Just need to make it to the shops

So can you help me cause I need it

Got my head stuck in this pail

The weekend's young and I am trying

Turn the light on Abigail

I'm on my knees

Not playing

Can't find anybody in here

For pity's sake what would I have to

Take for you to listen

So please don't shout

Stop shaking

Don't take any pictures

I'm so sorry Abby really

Being blinded by the fiction