Jumpsuit City

All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood Through a whole in the wall You saw the free world trading in bones There's a guardian angel at the window Staring at the corner She's nowhere to go She's in the free world trading her bones Chorus But if your mother didn't like it she don't need to know As long as your sending the money home What happened to the body of the child she bore Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City Sprayed by a moonbeam through the Linden leaves Cast in a shadow in anonymity He found the free world and sucked on their bones Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill High on a pedestal see the surgeon's skill He lets the free world feast on his bones