Laura in the Ground

“Mary, Mary, quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
and pretty maids all in a row”

Homecoming queen
Ballgown made of polythene
They always said in trash bags
You could still look haute couture
Leave 'em wanting more
Now, the only thing I’m sure of

Is Laura, Laura, Laura in the ground
Nothing but her aura and a lily spattered mound
Remains, it pains me to concede
That she’ll be eaten up by ghost weed
By the time she turns 18
She’ll still be homecoming queen
Below my lungs and all the earth
She will be crowned
Laura in the ground

Angel dusted lips of blue
And eyes of lapis lazuli
All the water in the river
Couldn't fill the chasm
This microcosmic monster sucked bone dry
'Cause the only thing I’m sure of

Is Laura, Laura, Laura in the ground
Nothing but her aura and a lily spattered mound
Remains, it pains me to concede
That she’ll be eaten up by ghost weed
By the time she turns 18
She’ll still be homecoming queen
Below my lungs and all the earth
She will be crowned
Laura in the ground

Even her jewellery is broken hearted
All cut up like lines of cheap cocaine
It feels like all the world is utterly uncharted
With you gone, I am lost in fog
You’re planted in my brain

Oh, Laura, Laura, Laura in the ground
Nothing but her aura and a lily spattered mound
Remains, it pains me to concede
That she’ll be eaten up by ghost weed
By the time she turns 18
She’ll still be homecoming queen
Below my lungs and all the earth
She will be crowned
Laura in the ground

Oh Laura, Laura, Laura Palmer
Golden girl, enchanted charmer
You will still be crowned
Laura, lovely Laura Palmer
You’ve got a date with the embalmer
And afterwards there’s coffee in the ground
I promise, doll, I swear
You’ve nothing, no one left to fear
You’re all walled in and safe, my dear
My darling Laura, Laura in the ground

The End

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