Noel’s Lament

In my life I was Noel Gruber Who worked at Taco Bell In Uranium City, Saskatchewan But in my dreams I played a different role I was Monique Gibeau In post, war, France A hooker with a heart of black charcoal I write poems to burn by firelight Drink champagne and guzzle gin Good girls call me "The town bicycle" Don't knock it 'til you've tried my life of sin Oh Claude, my pimp knows, never mess with me The last prick did that faded quick to black I have no idea where to find him, officers But if you do Please mention that I'd like to have returned the pretty knife That I stuck ten times in his back For I sing songs until the break of dawn I embrace a new man every night My life's one never-ending carnival A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light I want to be that -up girl He said "I think I am in love with you" I've heard that lie a million times before Oh, tonight I give in to the fantasy Take love when you can, when you're a whore For I sing songs until the break of dawn I embrace a new man every night My life's one never-ending carnival A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light I want to be that -up girl So now I sell my love for opium In some rat-infested Chinese dive At night I burn myself with cigarettes Just to somehow prove I'm still alive Eight months later, I catch typhoid flu Kicked out, I see the ugly light of day Dying in an alley, a priest kneels down to me My child, do you have any final words to the Lord you'd like to say? Oui, tell him that, like him, I choose to burn out, rather than fade away! For I sing songs until the break of dawn I embrace a new man every night My life's one never-ending carnival A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light For I sing songs until the break of dawn I embrace a new man every night My life's one never-ending carnival A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light I wanna be that -up girl Wanna be that -up (Girl) broken heart, a flask of gin Tattooed with a safety pin Teeth all stained with nicotine Running nylons, shattered dreams (Oh) super crusty, holy terror Wild eyes and black mascara (Oh) broken heart, a flask of gin Tattooed with a safety pin (Oh) teeth all stained with nicotine Running nylons, shattered dreams Super crusty, holy terror Wild eyes and black mascara If I could have just one dream (If he could have just one dream) I'd be that -up girl! Hey!