"Queen Bee And Her Pals" lyrics - THURSTON MOORE

Sister madness, happy sad kiss, came today
Holding court on a fuzzy mattress, wails away
Mister muscle man, you've got to stop and think
That there was a time when God was dressed in pink
System chaos, porno hate boss, magic cries
Power freak, afraid to speak if God decides
So long, Liv Tyler, and yeah, Jay Jagger, I know they can
Marital trauma, oh, poor Madonna, I'm the man
Hello fucker, meet your maker, sick and stained
Queen bee and her pals are not the ones to blame

Will you kill your boyfriend for me, sister dear?
I implore thee, I outscore thee, free and clear
Queen bee, queen bee, can't you see me in your mirror?