S.T.G - MotorPsycho

Sonic teenage Guinevere, sunbeam-scenequeen

Loves her dollhouse livin

Armani-armoured silver-stallion saints

Flock around their prize

High flying producer Day-child trembling

Spahn-ranch rain-king dancing

And the wheel turns

For the Manchild is arissen

Omnipothead, killer-god on the bus

That buzz to never, never, never-ever land

Too much runny paint to make sense

Too honest liars to eye

Lancelot is choking on the rosemary

Only looking back and back and back and back

Back to where the babies blood paint doors

Teenage Guinevere is no more

You can’t kill me, I’m already dead

You can’t catch me, I’ve already fled

You can’t free me, I’m already free

And Ill change your destiny

Trust in me, I’ll change your destiny!

Sonic teenage Guinevere

Sonic teenage Guinevere

Sonic teenage Guinevere

Sonic teenage Guinevere