It's opening night in a town so quaint and serene The clock drips away for each of her brilliant fifteen The bleachers are silent, clowns painting off their frowns The routine's the same; the sun rises up and then comes tumbling down She wants a war so there's something to cry about She wants a death so that all of the tears can flow She wants the credits so everyone can go home Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly as she falls that's all she sees Grace Kelly, Grace Kelly That's who she has always wanted to be She stares in the mirror reflecting a face from the screen She remembers her past and it plays like a Rear Window scene The circus is no place, for a princess or a lady She wants to be a country girl or part of high society She closes her eyes to help keep the music down She closes her mouth to stop truth from leaking out She watches the credits so everyone can go home The ringmaster twirls his mustache and bows to the crowd The calliope clamors, the spotlight lifts up to the clouds The girl leaps from the platform, glides gracefully to her doom At least graceful is what's perceived by everyone in the room Opening curtains to thousands of children's screams Opening credits crescendo to title themes Start the projector so nobody can go home Because she wants to be remembered in traumatic, haunting dreams of Boy Scouts and field trips; watching midgets and madmen rush onto the scene SONG TITLE: What I Get TIME SIGNATURE: 6/8 KEY: D I deserve every bit of what I get I deserve every bit of what I get and I feel freer and safer than ever before without any plastic wrap or duct tape covering my door and I see you living in the germ-free quarantine of war and the fumes they just knock me to the floor You burn your bridges down to the ground I detonate mine and watch them come tumbling down And you kill only the slowest people around And I take thousands of innocent lives and I feel proud Now I deserve every bit of what I get I deserve every bit of what I get 'cause I am neurotically, despotically taking without regret now I deserve every bit of what I get you fly your airplane down into the sea while mine cruises on to Washington DC you kill all the jellyfish in a three-mile vicinity and I take down federal buildings with me but you're still a beautiful, beautiful shining star and I'm still a beautiful, beautiful nothing at all but somehow, like napalm, I keep burning you down and now I wish that I never came around yeah, now I wish that I never came around