Playing with vengeful knives Clone me another of the Stepford wives Here is where you're at Never turn your head back You like sixes and sevens but you've never heard of fives
Come back and look forward in anger Drive yourself sane, graceful like Jesus in a manger Cover your footprints in the snow Deny the sunlight because you never know The next one could be the game changer
One-two, two-three-one Stop acting like you're never having fun Your charade is blown wide open Like the suicide bomber with the missing pin Wipe yourself up and clean every last ****** crumb