Amanda Palmer - Point Of It All [OFFICIAL VIDEO] video free download

Amanda Palmer's video for 'Point Of It All' off the album Who Killed Amanda Palmer - available now on Roadrunner Records. Download now on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/whokilled

LYRICS

Oh, what a noble, distinguished collection

Of fine little friends you have made

Hitting the tables without you again

No, well wait, no, we promise, well wait

Well, June makes these excellent sewing machines

Out of common industrial waste

She spends a few days at a time on the couch

But shes safe, she wears shades, she wears shades

Oh, but no one can stare at the wall

As good as you, my baby doll

And youre aces for coming along

Youre almost human after all

And youre learning that just cause they call

Themselves friends doesnt mean theyll call

They made the comment in jest

But youve got the needle

I guess thats the point of it all

Maybe a week in the tropics would help

To remind you how nice life can be

We propped you right up in a chair on a deck

With a beautiful view of the sea

But a couple weeks later we came back

And you and the chair were nowhere to be seen

You had magically moved to the closet

Eyes fixed to the place where the dryer had been

Oh, but no one can stare at the wall

As good as you, my baby doll

And youre aces for coming along

Youre almost human after all

Why on earth would I keep you propped up in here

When you so love the fall?

The patterns laid out on the bed

With dozens of colors of thread

But youve got the needle

I guess thats the point in the end

But its better to waste your day

Watching the scenery change at a comatose rate

Than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those

Cigarette ads that you hate

But while you were sleeping some men came around

Said they had some dimensions to take

Im not sure what they were talking about

But they sure made a mess of your face

But still, no one can stare at the wall

As good as you, my baby doll

And youre aces for playing along

Youre almost human, even now

And just cause they call themselves experts

It doesnt mean sweet fuck all

Theyve got the permanent press

Homes with a stable address

And theyve got excitement and life by the fistful

But youve got the needle, I guess thats the point of it all