The Seattle Star

Grisly smiles that don’t flake off
Corny colored demons leering
Sunday Comics — sucking the skin

Don’t think I fit in at this party
Everyone’s got so much to say
I always feel like I’m nobody, mmm
Who wants to fit in anyway?

‘Cause I don’t care when I’m with my Sunday Comix, yeah
All the bad things disappear

Destroy the spineless
Sundays it’s real
Wasting their last chance
To come away
Just read the Comix
’cause I’m drifting away
Away from you