Looks like somebody got murdered
that's the way it looks around here
i shouldn't wait for you
i think it's too late for you
too many toxic tantrums
have watered down my fear
too much of your thunder
killed all my wonder for you
And it's a queen sized tomb
me in my water-stained room
alone with my ends and adds
associating with the gods on my walls
while you fear up portraits
and forward all my calls to the moon
i guess it's coming down soon
Looks like some nasty weather
blew into the neighborhood
funny it was so blue
i guess it followed you
well you ripped off my conclusions
like a twisted robin hood
and i'm not afraid of you
i'm only delayed by you
And it's a queen sized tomb
And the words drip from your lips
like glimmering jewels
and the congregation weeps
while you plagiarize the fools
Ain't it a shame
nobody's got to leave home
to find someone to blame