"Women's Studies Victims" Lyrics

They had painted her face
Like a man's mistake (Had committed a mistake)
Like a man's mistake
Gangbanging a sad return to the eel shaped mirror
I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and opens its eyes
To the ladies of the spread

She took me home and spit in my drink
She spoke of Germaine Greer and Freiden, I dunno what to think
I took her standing in the kitchen, ass against the sink
She draped me in a stole (what kind?) I think Malaysian mink

And threw me out into the snow, I waited for the bus
Oh come some values for the screaming, "Are you one of us?"
I said, "Of course, man. Can't you see I've got some text reconstruction?"
(What does that mean?)
No clue
It must be elicit, pentagram
(What are you talking about?)
No clue

I checked my shutter speed, my aperture, my domino
Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to know
This life is not a prison, we are always free to go
At anytime

Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese stars
My cuz had the rod's Chinese stars

I'm trying to interface
You met me at such a dismal point on the arc
But I think I understand what you were saying
About the smiles of the skulls
The spastic face was the last one, our luck was white
I read it with my head open or only slightly cracked
Somebody else will have to close it when I'm done
And make the most out of the visuals

While walking through the woods
I noticed someone had built a house
For no one in particular
(They wanna destroy us)
(I know)
(It's time to penetrate their fantasy)