She Pulls The Shade;

It's Just Another Sunny Sunday

She Dodges The Light Like Blanche DuBois

Bright Colors Fade Away On Such A Sunny Sunday;

She Waits For The Night To Fall

Then She Points A Pistol Through The Door

And She Aims At The Streetlight

While The Freeway Hisses

Dogs Bark As The Gun Falls To The Floor

The Streetlight's Still Burning;

She Always Misses

But The Day She Hits

That's The Day She'll Leave

That One Little Victory, That's All She Needs!

She Pulls The Shade;

It's Just Another Sunny Monday

She Waits For The Night To Fall