Playing Dead - And One

Shivering hands between her thighs

Surrounded by the people she prefers

Backstage party hungry eyes

Staring at the bands right next to her

This is supposed to be the night

But something seems to bother her inside

She feels no pain at all

Coming across the strange and small

When every star is gone

And lights turn into red

She cuts herself raw

Playing dead

She’s got no self control

A beauty with an empty soul

There must be something wrong

When chicks are playing dead

She cuts herself raw

Playing dead

Naked legs around his hips

Surrounded by some bottles of champagne

Thirsty bodies hungry lips

Looking for a taxi in the rain

She feels no pain at all

Coming across the strange and small

When every star is gone

And lights turn into red

She cuts herself raw

Playing dead

She’s got no self control

A beauty with an empty soul

There must be something wrong

When chicks are playing dead

She cuts herself raw

Playing dead