What was she for halloween? The ugliest girl you've ever seen. Some days, she would die alone. What was she for Valentine? Law-forgotten concubine. Some days she would die for no-one. She seems to me, to know all the glitters so sour. All the lies in her place, Jesus saves. Old age. Old age. Old age. It's ok to kill your idols, just pretend you have no rivals. We all know that she is friendless. Spits at mirrors, its not an issue - just remove the hateful tissue. We all know her age is endless. She seems to me, to know all the glitters so sour. All the lies in her place, Jesus saves. Old age. Old age. Old age. Old age. And now she begs you, she says, "pretty please". I'll make her pure again, I'll make her clean. No-one knows she's history. Someone please tell Anne Boleyn chokers are back in again. Someday, she won't have to fake it. Living will itself seem sacred. Someday she will just refuse. She seems to me, to know all the glitters so sour. All the lies in her place, Jesus saves. Old age. Old age. Old age. Jesus saves. Old age. (Rest in peace) I'm sorry. (Rest in peace) So sorry. (Rest in peace) I'm sorry. (Rest in peace) So sorry......