Welcome to the party Jack
And you know that all the records and the sofas shit talkin’
The puppets pose like artifacts with their cigarettes

Your girls gloss tossed to the lamplight
Smoke from your lips like snakes catching cases
The five dollars words that you spit to your silhouette

The mannequin crowd
Searches the ground for clues
Their plastic is loud
I turn from the sound to tell you
And you say true