The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band — Ritual 1

[Verse 1] There she goes Being chased Down the road to ruin Her virginity in her hands Of every bird broke her cocoon About to cry Underneath butterfly skies [Verse 2] Knock her with the most right up Pass her by along the street Trying to be part of the crowd Dream of holding hands A million chips in their lap About to cry Underneath butterfly skies [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] There she goes Being chased Down the road to ruin Her virginity in her hands Of every demon broke her cocoon About to cry Underneath butterfly skies