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Published on Oct 29, 2009
Amanda Palmer's video for 'Point Of It All' off the album Who Killed Amanda Palmer - available now on Roadrunner Records. Download now on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/whokilled
Oh, what a noble, distinguished collection Of fine little friends you have made Hitting the tables without you again No, well wait, no, we promise, well wait
Well, June makes these excellent sewing machines Out of common industrial waste She spends a few days at a time on the couch But shes safe, she wears shades, she wears shades
Oh, but no one can stare at the wall As good as you, my baby doll And youre aces for coming along Youre almost human after all And youre learning that just cause they call Themselves friends doesnt mean theyll call
They made the comment in jest But youve got the needle I guess thats the point of it all
Maybe a week in the tropics would help To remind you how nice life can be We propped you right up in a chair on a deck With a beautiful view of the sea
But a couple weeks later we came back And you and the chair were nowhere to be seen You had magically moved to the closet Eyes fixed to the place where the dryer had been
Oh, but no one can stare at the wall As good as you, my baby doll And youre aces for coming along Youre almost human after all Why on earth would I keep you propped up in here When you so love the fall?
The patterns laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But youve got the needle I guess thats the point in the end
But its better to waste your day Watching the scenery change at a comatose rate Than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those Cigarette ads that you hate
But while you were sleeping some men came around Said they had some dimensions to take Im not sure what they were talking about But they sure made a mess of your face
But still, no one can stare at the wall As good as you, my baby doll And youre aces for playing along Youre almost human, even now And just cause they call themselves experts It doesnt mean sweet fuck all
Theyve got the permanent press Homes with a stable address And theyve got excitement and life by the fistful But youve got the needle, I guess thats the point of it all