The Doll People

Em 
The doll people are not men 
Em 
They are made of ass and glass 
G 
Our skin is clay and painted blue 
G 
Our head can detach 
Em 
We are statues with a pulse 
Em 
We are art you can fuck 


Em 
The doll people are quiet 
Em 
What is there to say? 
G 
Art does not interpret itself 
G 
There are men with a day to save 
Em 
We are paintings with legs 
Em 
We are art you can fuck 


Em 
Drink the dolls 
G7 
Legs spread like butter 
F#7                 F#7 
We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother 
Em                                 G7 
The beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because 
F#7                                 Bm7                  Em 
A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that does