I hear you’re finally famous
I hear all your plans are made
You got wine wine and cigarettes
To stain your cinderella drawings
And all the magazines you paid
Well you stole stole
A pretty face
From the pretty faces garden
The place where gods they fabricate
And now you look like all the rest
And no part of you is lonely
Except the childhood brigade
Why don’t you wake up, Eleanor?
Why don’t you wake up, Eleanor?
I hear you’re finally famous
But the heart is a hidden camera
And it captures all the light
You wait all night
You wait all night
For the light
So you lean lean into them
Who turn your kisses into favors
You turn their favors into flight
It was just another artifact
From a push and pull relation
Yeah, there was fumbling in the night
Why don’t you wake up, Eleanor?
Why don’t you wake up, Eleanor?
I hear you’re finally famous
And you stroll down the L.E.S.
You’re a dime store genius
You’re a gypsy girl
You feel all right
You feel all right
In your little world
(chorus)
Wake up, Eleanor
Another war for someone’s fancy
Another feel-good abattoir
But I still want all all your bloody kisses
Reality tv minutes
And cool hard edges
To forget how damaged you are
Why don’t you wake up, Eleanor?
Why don’t you wake up, Eleanor?
Etc.