Russian Doll

A person in a person in a person in a shell
Some kind of heaven, some kind of hell
I will take you to the river and throw you off the falls
'Cause your body is a barrel, one of many Russian dolls

A person in a human in a concept of a time
When music mattered, heh, and poems rhymed
I'll take you to the toxic waste dump before daddy calls
Your body is an oil drum filled with Russian dolls

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
It makes me sick (You got the rotten end of the stick)
And I feel rotten but I'm sure glad that I got out quick

What a shame, what a shame, sometimes
Life's one big trick (And you get the rotten end of the stick)
And I feel rotten but I'm sure glad that I got out quick
Sure glad that I got out

Of a person in a stomach, or the belly of the beast
A happy ending to an unhappy feast
I will vomit up my insides 'til I have to crawl
A person in a person in a person
In a Russian doll