You’re beautiful, but you’re headless
Like the statues from my childhood
On display, in a museum
For the whole world to see
You’re beautiful, but you’re headless
Like the statues from my childhood
On display, in a museum
For the whole world to see
For the whole world to see we’re all made up of ones and zeroes
Categorised as villains or heroes
A thick line drawn down the centre
A sinner, or repenter
Guilty; or not so much
A tough jury, or a soft touch
Divided along binary lines
Getting away with it or getting fined
Grab a mug and pick your poison
Tea or coffee; whatever is chosen
Double or nothing, spin the wheel
Gamble it all, make the deal
You’re beautiful, but you’re headless
Like the statues from my childhood
On display, in a museum
For the whole world to see
You’re beautiful, but you’re headless
Like the statues from my childhood
On display, in a museum
For the whole world to see
The exception that proves the rule
Government informer formerly a mule
Number nine, starting striker
Substituted after only forty-five
Day-time food delivery biker
Night-time driver, modern day Godiva
Jumping lights, starting fights
And returning home to be an amazing father
The pet cat sits alongside the dog
Watching the fireplace burning logs
Travis Bickle studies himself in the mirror
The world continues to turn
You’re beautiful, but you’re headless
Like the statues from my childhood
On display, in a museum
For the whole world to see
You’re beautiful, but you’re headless
Like the statues from my childhood
On display, in a museum
For the whole world to see
credits
from CB6 Sessions,
released March 27, 2020
Lyrics: Ian Perry
Music: Alex English