O. D. Royale lyrics

The plugs are being pulled on her She is going dim like Hal Blown out by an overload An O. D. royale O. D. royale Sinking in the fathom less depths Of her piss n' vinegar morale Suffering suffocation A cat in a sack in the canal O. D. royale Shaking, aching, quaking, breaking down Symptomatic signs of grand mal Never no more the 'It Girl' nor the face of L'Oreal O. D. royale And the world has gone cold Like a death row dinner 'World's gone cold Like a death row dinner 'World's gone cold Like a death row dinner Those legs have turned to taffy Such a fading femme fatal Weighted by drop earrings And a dose of seconal She won't be coming up for air She's changing her local O. D. royale And the world has gone cold Like a death row dinner 'World's gone cold Like a death row dinner 'World's gone cold Like a death row dinner And the world has gone cold Like a death row dinner 'World's gone cold Like a death row dinner 'World's gone cold Like a death row dinner