Arsonist Blues

Lonely Little Queen, Let me tell you that it's all just a dream. That blood on your hand won't come off like you planned, You're losing your grip on your royal command Up in your castle made of sand, Your head is pounding like a military band, Are you sure that the banging, the pounding, the panging isn't just another scam? Aren't you tired love Of always looking over your shoulder? Aren't you tired, of stomping around on your battle ground Burning down your bridges Burning down your house There's no one to hurt you, no one to desert you But you go on anyhow Burning down your bridges Burning down your house You're killing yourself more than the law allows I've been trying to get to you For thirty lifetimes in a day But it's hard when your bones weigh you down like stones And your conscience is made of clay And I know that it's hard living in a world where you can't discern your friends from foes But I suppose that you chose out this life like a rose Like you were picking out your clothes And aren't you weary love, changing your face like a display case And ain't it dreary, love, marching home to the metronome Burning down your bridges Burning down your house Oh there's no one to hurt you, no one to desert you But you go on anyhow Burning down your bridges Burning down your house You're killing yourself more than the law allows Aren't you weary love, Dragging your feet down your empty street And ain't it dreary love, Closing your door like it was before

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