Farrah - Local H

Kept in our boxes

Our little jails

We look up to

The gods we hail

The one we sing to

The one we failed

When Farrah comes down

Down off the wall

When Farrah comes down

They’ll hear you call

Farrah, Farrah

Farrah, Farrah

I’m yours to refuse

But you don’t care

Reach out to reach you

Teeth and hair

I look to see through

Your empty stare

When Farrah comes down

Don’t be there

Farrah, Farrah

Farrah, Farrah

The Pop King exit

Eclipsed our Queen

No one’s safe

When Farrah returns

From beyond the grave

When Farrah returns

No one is saved

Your bed’s a funeral pyre

Your bed’s a funeral pyre

Your bed’s a funeral pyre

Your bed’s a funeral pyre

The one we sing to

The one we hail

The one we cling to

The one we failed

When Farrah comes down

Down off the wall

When Farrah comes down

They’ll hear you call

Farrah, Farrah

Farrah, Farrah

Farrah, Farrah

Farrah, Farrah

Farrah

Farrah

Farrah