Her Chemically Colored Hair

I said "Where in the world are we going my dear?
Why the hell are you taking me here?"
She said "I've got a secret with these treetops,
and I think you should hear it."

Well spit it out, I don't got time for these games.
Spit it out, spit it out...I don't got time.

She's got mystery in her face,
and she walks with the grace of a drama queen.
I've got to say, I'm ashamed...
ashamed of what I see.
Yet I'm hooked on the chemically colored hair flowing from the roots of her virginity.

And I said "Get me away from this...you're sick and I'm tired."
She said, "but I've got a reason...a reason to smile now."

Smile all you want, but I had no part in this.
Smile for the world to see...your bloody history.

There's menace in her face,
and she's not hiding that limp.
I used to be -so- ashamed...
now I just pity her for this sin.
She left a single neon colored hair in his cold, dead hands...
The last part of her that he'll ever hold again.