Pixie Jane Paroles

Pixie Jane
Still comes through
Works for money
Gives to you

And I can tell the clothes she wears
Her laughs are punk rock insecurity
Is she a Belly or a reject
By her own design or need?
Design or need?

Never real
Always true
More than sure
To see you through

And there's a game we like to play
It seems to me explains away
The need to shoot an arrow at some angel face By your second name, that's it!
A new identity
Now reason
Drugs
Drugs