[Intro - whispered background, crow-like calls] “Venus, eat! Sirius, stall! Betelgeuse, come close to me! Alioth, shame! Bellatrix free!” [Verse 1] In cities’ streets, madness roams, Locked inside rooms with soft walls, they should stay, But they wander the sidewalks instead, Like Jimmy Bond, who scares people, then hides away. [Verse 2] And in my yard, like a comet’s flash, Star Counter Lady’s figure — harsh and rash, Her robe with stars, her fez of red, A face like baked apple’s spread. [Chorus 1] The boys would mock, they’d shout and taunt, “Star Cunt!” — a cruel and biting chant, Yet through the jeers and city din, She held her sky-bound dreams within. [Verse 3] Once a NASA astronomer, she gazed at the skies, Staring through a telescope, chasing stars and stray quarks. But NASA’s program was shut down, left her bereft, Alone, bruised, and scarred, with dreams left to theft. [Verse 4] She roamed the streets with her ragged pack, Seven dogs at heel, no turning back. Each wore a name torn from a cosmic page, Sirius, Muphrid, Arcturus brave, Gemma like fire, Fekda and Merak, Spica last star in her ragtag pack. [Chorus 2] Her tiny room, like a rescue space station, A nebula of cats in soft rotation. One old red giant parrot, feathers torn, Tsiolkovsky squawked through every dawn. [Bridge] She gave the stars her life, her breath, Though stars betray with sudden death. They burn, they burst, then drift away, They feast where deep-sea oysters lay. In Hollywood they chew up men, Then swallow pills and shotgun ends. [Verse 5] One night her stars began to cry, Long mournful whimpers under sky. Neighbors prayed for sleep’s return, But called the cops — their quiet to earn. [Verse 6] Through stinking litter, through the gloom, They found her in her final room. Slumped in a chair, her sight long gone, She’d faced the stars till her light was done. [Final Chorus] “Died in her sleep,” the experts said, Tsiolkovsky found a precinct cage instead. The pack was scattered, cats set free, But seven shaggy stars kept memory. White Sirius, fox Gemma’s flame, Spica, Fekda, Merak by name, Muphrid and Arcturus in cosmic black, Sometimes they’d sneak to our yard and mourn what they lack. In memory of mad Star Cunt who called each by name — [Outro - soft acoustic fade, distant crow calls returning, gentle hum]
