"She had lit a cigarette...in an aiport where you get ...all your fingers taken off for smoking."

“Get Started, Start A Fire”

The Mona Lisa’s sister doesn’t smile

She tried to pose but only for a while

Leonardo sent her home

Since then she has lived alone

With her few belongings and a copy

Of a painting of herself unhappy

She is going to burn it when she’s ready
 

Get started, start a fire
 

Marilyn was lying all alone

With an empty bottle by the phone

Kennedy was not around

She was cold when she was found

But she’d gone where goddesses are sleeping

Where the molten tongues of flame are leaping

Or where the angel’s hearts are heating

Joan of Arc was burning at the stake

Somebody had made a big mistake

She had lit a cigarette

In an aiport where you get

All your fingers taken off for smoking.

Meanwhile up the road a factory’s choking

The ones who killed her work there I’m not joking

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