This is a little song
A little song about trust
Don't expect me
To fight the good fight
For you
Don't expect me
To quote myself in quips
Not for you, not for you
So when exactly and precisely
Did I promise all the world to you?
When they're exact (let's be exact)
Who says that you're the one I give it to?
I'll take your arms
I'll take your legs
I'll take your voice in the night
To give away myself in bloody strips
And burn me alive
Uh huh, okay
I hope you're proud of yourself
I hope you're proud of yourself
"And, oh, the city's too big"
You say as if it's all a part of you
Meanwhile I'm burning alive
Under the flame that it has lit for you
So don't expect me
To write this all down
For you
And don't expect me
To fight the good fight
For you
I'll take your arms
I'll take your legs
I'll take your voice in the night
To give away myself in bloody strips
And burn me alive
The lips, the hips, the quips
Are burning down here
Can't you see what you're doing to me?
Don't expect me
Don't expect me
Don't expect me
The pen is in my hand
The scissors on the bed
For you
I've got a big surprise
For you
The apple in my mouth
For you
I know you'll get what you deserve
And all these dirty hands
They built the ugly things
For you
They tricked and took a turn
On you
And slide around the bend
For you
For you I know you'll get what you deserve
I know you'll get what you deserve
I know you'll get what you deserve
