With your hands in your pockets
And you jacket on fire
Standing there panting
In desire
Burning from the trick
The laughing liars
Waiting for you to slip
You grow tired
Shouting at priests
Aligned in time
Their music makes you think
That they're dying
And I see it in your eyes
You know I'm leaving tonight
I can't take much more
It's not my place on the floor
Fighting off sleep
Going out of style
Pinpricks on your skin
Make you smile
Bleeding from the knife
The fight surprise
The joke can't be on you
The dead don't survive
In tandem your parents light
A candle for the fine
Life you've made
Out of stealing minds
And I see it in your eyes
You know I'm leaving tonight
I can't take much more
It's not my place on the floor
And I see it in your eyes
You know I'm leaving tonight
I can't take much more
It's not my place on the floor
Outside the rain and sun parry in rhyme
To the sweet melody of tommy-gun mimes
And all the backstreet alleys, black cats, and crime
Pretend like you pretend to be blind