Got to work, need to play, jack into the might
What he chose, strike the pose, feel like shit tonight
Light a smoke, have a drink, wear the jester's mask
Make a joke, have a laugh, seems like such a task

Walking thru the door, don't need no passes
Walking down the hall, ain't got no love
Smack you in the face, gonna break your glasses
Got a little dirt on her velvet glove

Feels like pain, then again, haven't felt for years
Make a pout, try to shout, alligator tears

Try to draw the line on a clear glass table,
Jam up the mirror, ain't got no love
Tend your gaping wound if she was able,
Got a little blood on her velvet glove

Mercy and Tuesday came to the show
Couldn't hang backstage cuz they had to go
Make an appearance, need to be seen
Laugh at the staff, it seems they're so mean

Pull the ace, make the face, walk onto the stage
Take a drink, give a wink, try to act his age
Taxi boys 'n' all that noise, lights are in his eyes,
Power chord, mental ward, wearing his disguise

Standing in the wings, sweet sisters with a switchblade
Turns to walk away, ain't got no love
Cut him just a little for the noise that he made,
Gotta little mess on her velvet glove

Mercy and Tuesday, they've got the nerve
Took down our friend Roger, threw him a curve
But they don't think two times 'bout those that they've hurt,
Slinging their mud, throwing their dirt

Houston and April, witches of yore,
Laughing and belching, acting the whore
Fishnets and vice grips, whiskey and coke,
Teardrops and bloodstains, a snort and a toke

Mercy and Tuesday looked to the stage
Saw nothing but poses draped in fake rage
Shrugged their thin shoulders, sipped their weak drinks
Looked at their watches and started to think

Mercy met April, Houston met the Tooz
They all had a love for glitter and booze
Cold shoulder the boys who don't understand,
So they joined forces and started a band