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 Thecongregation Weeps While You Plagiarize The Fools

Ain't It A Shame
Nobody's Got To Leave Home To Find Someone To Blame