There's a liar in your bed. And there's a shotgun to your head. You can't breathe but you can smoke. You can't cry but you can joke about it. You can drink yourself to chills.
So you closed your eyes in the morning. You said you want to start smoking again. You said you had that dream last night. Of the stranger in your room.
After your laughter like thunder. After your skin like coffee and cream. After it takes our bodies into the night. After we've come to the extreme. . I want to lay down on your shoulder.
Why did you steal the matches. From the one room motel. Once they gave you answers. Now they give you hell. They will never understand. They wonder where did they go wrong.
I wonder what you're doing. In the night out there. Is a sad summer breath tangled in your hair. Can you hear the lonely engines. Screaming through the town.
I've been silent for much too long. Now I'm telling everybody what's been going on. It's time to shout now it's time to scream. It's time to wake up from this bad dream.
Showers of your crimson blood. Seep into a nation calling up a flood. Of narrow minds who legislate. Thinly veiled intolerance. Bigotry and hate. . But they tortured and burned you.