'Marla, you're a fucking tourist' -
Hell yeah, she's a fucking tourist
A tourist on this doomed green earth
Do you think she's getting what she deserves?
The sun never once shone upon her
When she was out walking solely in the rain
The cuts in her soul make it easy
Singing on life's final refrain
It isn't pretty always being different
It ain't a party trying to be good
Never sleeping, never resting or belonging
She knows you would ignore her if you could
And when she goes out like a fragile light
Your body her cover from the world
I guess you think you're taking away the screaming
She's done without ever being heard
Yeah, Marla is a fucking tourist
Sleeping soundly beside her Ikeaboy
But she knows she's stuck right there with you
'Cause you're keeping her heart like a toy