Syn

From the gloomy halls of Hades
Twelve girls unborn of queens
No one to dredge their tears
Kicked awake from sleep
Always told no mother
Scorned and you hate them
They're cold
But the style became alive

Dirty pretty girls
Did not stop them and they wanted to
Sing and dance and be happy

Pretty girls

Faces grow older
Begin to master secrets
Polished with deliverance they took from life

Dirty, dirty girls

Dirty pretty girls
Sing and dance

Dirty pretty girls
They sing and dance
Dirty pretty girls

Rubbing the glass of a dirty window
Making a space to look on through
Burying is dissolved and the fog will part
And we'll see a glimpse of the world at large

You make prophecies
Why tell on everything?
Stop them coming back for more

The dirty, dirty girls

Dirty pretty girls
Sing and dance
Dirty pretty girls
They sing and dance