You know you write such pretty notes But do you mean what you said? Well despite any malice Yeah your golden chalice Your pour it over your head And I can't make you happy No I can't make you sad You pick your bones And you put out your homes And you put me just where I am And your close your eyes and have justice And you open your mouth and have truth But that all means nothin' 'Cause who are you bluffin' Your eyes mmm... And oh your sad song Well it's gone to my head You're a thief, mind your manners 'Cause your golden hammer It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head It falls over your head