Filthy rich and fucked up good Daddy's little blue blood girl Her ice cream laced with thorazine and sprinkles Rocked to sweet oblivion with nembutal lullabies She passed before the mirror showed her wrinkles Girl on fire Girl on fire From Silver Hill to the Factory In bandages and Gucci Her fingers full of cigarettes and razors Haute couture, syringes, Chanel, Vogue, Dior Hermes, smack, amphetamine and tasers Girl on fire Girl on fire In the sanatorium Suffering from an excess of fame Vaseline, electrodes and sodium pentathol to block the pain To dull an acid flash back A wild stampede of horses made of flame A carousel of silver wigs spinning in the circus of her brain Her lonely bones were winter Once summer's love had left Orphan, martyr, It girl, artist's muse The longest limo picked her up To drive her far past west Her final sunset, beautiful as a bruise Beautiful as a bruise Girl on fire Girl on fire Girl on fire Girl on fire She wouldn't wait for the colors to dry She wouldn't wait for the colors to dry She wouldn't wait for the colors to dry 'Couldn't wait for the colors to dry