You broke your problems like an old factory window
Living your tracks in the snow
There's nothing worse than a gunshot whisper out
Oh, there's a right and a wrong way to go
And if you try to tell me that you're sorry
I'm sorry, hon
Oh, I'm sorry
I won't let it be
There's no fuller gun on you
But you pull the rug under me
Use all the blues that you're painted black
Give me a head start to a heart attack
You threw a curveball that I couldn't hit
You make a grave now I'm laying in
Did it work out like I thought of nowhere
Back to the drawing board
Curious to see where you're going
See what else you have in store
I never really got your attention
Attention!
But you got the money


They're all kind
So don't expect an
Honorable mention
You can always blame
Your bloodline
You saw the blues
That you painted in
Black
Give me a head start
To a heart attack
You threw
Care for that
I couldn't
You made your
Pain now
Let it in
The silver coins
Burn in your pocket
But your change
May help you still
Neither can you
If that
Ten years are worth
Then * it
Just forget about me
And what you came here to do
You can't
Rob the wrong
I'll
Roll you this song
I'll
You saw the blues
That you painted
In black
Give me a head start
To a heart attack
You threw
Care for that
I couldn't
Be
In black

You made your
Pain now
Let it in
You saw the blues