Well I laugh when you lie
Ain't much of a disguise
I know cause you learned that from me
The pull of the strings is an unfortunate thing
And one can't help but go where they lead
Though you said it would plague you
No more, no more
Who are you kidding? I've been through your drawers
Oh, the vintage you wore to the feast
Smelled the scent from your pores
Sleep, score and repeat
Sleep, score and repeat
(Oh, oh, waiting by the floor at your feet)
And for some time
The only thing that's really mattered
Was getting by
Well enough to climb that ladder
You'll meet no dreams there
No earthly forms
Where the men have killed the men
And the women have made no more
The women have made no more
(Instrumental)
I've seen the scars on your wrist
I know that you thought we'd do better than this
Though you're not really sure how we can
When you spent the whole day with your head in your hands
For we lie and we backstab
From Fresno to Flagstaff
Slipped and we slept on floors that we swept with
Earned the bad rap and clung to the abstract
When everything else seemed a threat
When everything else seemed a threat
(This is as good as it gets.)
And for some time
The only thing that's really mattered
Was getting by
Well enough to climb that ladder
You'll meet no dreams there
No earthly forms
Where the men have killed the men
And the women have made no more
The women have made no more
(Instrumental)
And for some time
The only thing that's really mattered
Is getting by
Well enough to climb that ladder
You'll meet no dreams there
No earthly forms
Where the men have killed the men
And the women have made no more
And for some time
The only thing that's really mattered
Is getting by
Well enough to climb that ladder
You'll meet no dreams there
Reap no rewards
Sometimes I see flowers
But most times just the thorns
Most times just the thorns