Prima Donna Flies

(What onion?)

Prima Donna brings another ashtray to her home
She breathes, it smells like flies
But can you blame her? For the ones that use her company?
That fill her head with lies

The good is coming
(It's coming, it's coming)
The good is coming
(It's coming, it's coming)
Yeah I can feel it in my thighs

Sweet surrender hanging off a branch up in your tree
They fill my head with flies
Oh sweet sister, tell us how you make a martyr true?
"You fill her head with lies"

The good is coming
(It's coming, it's coming)
The good is coming
(It's coming, it's coming)
Yeah I can feel it in my thighs

A true believer watches from the ledge and not the ground, as prima donna flies
(Fuck)
Oh (?) took her final step into the black. And now she sleeps with flies



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Writer(s): Daniel Seah
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