Celebrate You - Veruca Salt

I wear my patent leather shoes 
And my golden fleeces, 
A feather in my hair for you 
And then I fall to pieces 

At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh) 
Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh) 
Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh) 
Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh, oh) 
Celebrate you. 

We're quiet as two mannequins 
Feasting on silences. 
We wait for Christmas to begin 
To see the cracking faces. 
I tip my glass a toast to you, 
The blood spills on the carpet 

At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh) 
Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh) 
Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh) 
Celebrate you. 

And in the dream you held a gun; 
You killed off all who hurt you 
And left me there the only one 
Who would not dare desert you. 
I'm safe here growing in the shade, 
Away from all your brightness. 
I lost my innocence today 
When I learned how to write this. 

Tonight my nightgown is in knots. 
I toss and turn in your honor. 
I'll never know just what I've got 
As long as you're my father. 
And I'll keep searching here for you, 
I'll clean out every corner. 

It's not my fault. 
It's not my fault. (celebrate you) 
It's not my fault. (celebrate you) 
It's not my fault. (celebrate you) 
It's not my fault.