Text: Tori Amos. Glory Of The 80's.

I took a taxi from LA to Venus in 1985.
I was electro-magnetically sucked back into a party going on that night.
It was the glories of the 80?s, with karma drawn up in lines,
And two Bugle Boy models saying, "Baby, it?s a freebee you sure look deprived."

I had the story of 'O' in my bucket seat in my wannabe Mustang,
Auditioning for reptiles in their Raquel Welsh campaign.
It was the glories of the 80?s, you said, "I?m not afraid to die."
I said, "I don?t find that remotely funny even on this space cake high."


And then, when it all seemed clear, just then you go and-
Disappear... (disappear...) disappear...


Silicone party babries to the left and Joan of Arcs to the right.
No one feeling insecure we were all gorge and famous in our last lives.
In the glories of the 80?s, you said, "The end is nothing to fear."
I said, "Blow the end, now baby, who do I gotta shag to get outta here."


And then, when it all seemed clear, just then you go and-
Disappear... (disappear)... disappear... (disappear)...


Sure you?re out there orbiting around.
Sure you?re out there orbiting around. Wish I had you back now.
Sure you?re out there orbiting around.
Sure you?re out there orbiting around. Wish I had you back now.


I met a drag king, call Venus, she had a velvet hologram.
She said, "My husband ran off with my shaman, but they love me as I am."
In the glories of the 80?s, I may not have to die.
I?ll clone myself like that blond chick that sings Bette Davis Eyes.


And then, when it all seemed clear, just then you go and-
Sure you?re out there orbiting around. Sure you?re out there orbiting around.
Wish I had you back now. (Wish I had you back now.)
And then when it seemed clear, just then you go and,
Disappear... (disappear...) disappear... (disappear...)
I took a taxi from LA to Venus in
Nineteen eighty- nineteen eighty- nineteen eighty- 1985.