Oh, brutal bimbo beauty,
  nonsensically sublime.
 This hammy Armageddon
 turns out to be yours and mine.
Your face is just the ticket to everything
I ever wanted to see.
Your face is just the ticket to everything
I was ever required to be.

[most impressive guitar inlay in the history of luxuria*]

Oh, sweet, subtle nothing,
flower of my will.
Your physical beauty,
is making me physically ill.
I turn up again
fantastically resplendent.
[Naked.]
They pack them in to the hilt.
Funny thing is,
the theatre hasn't even been built.

I was up to absolute beauty,
playing it by my own book.
Where there's no justice
in matters of beauty,
it's stupid to even look.
But I held on to my ticket,
I'd sit in front of it and stare.
Have pity on me,
I've still got it somewhere.
Somewhere.
Somewhere.
Somewhere.

[Aaah.]
[Aaah.]
[Aaah.]
[Aaah. Ah.]