Fashion Survivor

Saturday night, you're picking fights, like the Devil got into you
Then you're searching for God all Sunday, like you've got nothing better to do
At last you found your idol, buried deep in your boudoir
A regular West Oakland Imelda Marcos is what you are

I know my eyes don't deceive me, and I'm telling you it's only us
Of course, you don't believe me, but that's because you're an ornery cuss
Adam, those demons you keep inside, they're nothing to live or die for
You're a frontier bride, you're a fashion survivor

You say faith is cruel, but she's kind to you, as if that's the end of it
Worship your dad's bad timing and your mother's bad habits
I'm a superstitious atheist, let me explain how that works
Like you guessed, you can't be blessed, but you bet we're still all cursed

The only way I'll outlive you is if I have to drive the hearse
Of course, I'd never forgive you for getting out of this shithole first
I know there's secrets you've got to hide, a code I'll never decipher
You're a frontier bride, you're a fashion survivor

There's no such place as hell, but let's just say I'll meet you there
It's a party you wouldn't be caught dead at, in a dress you'd never wear
But my friend, I know you well enough, you'd find a way to have your fun
It's not like they'll kick you out, pour your drink on anyone

Adam, your sport is suicide, I don't care to learn the score
A cynic and romantic in a grisly tug-of-war
You don't see yourself in science, you'd rather make yourself in myth
But either way, you're as extinct as Ouroboros Rex

Adam, we're going to miss you, Brooklyn's infernal this time of year
Would that I could come with you when that long black car draws near
But it's time for you to decide if you're the passenger or the driver
You're a frontier bride, you're a fashion survivor
Adam, you're a frontier bride, you're a fashion survivor