|
I'm not just your friend, |
|
I'm your skin and bones. |
|
I think that I can tell when you're acting. |
|
Like nails on the edge of a cliff, |
|
your tongue wraps around your life. |
|
I will tell you how, |
|
I will tell you how, |
|
how it makes me feel. |
|
I was the Queen of the Grand Old Opry, |
|
now I'm going down in a wad of flame. |
|
I'm not just your friend, |
|
I'm your skin and bones. |
|
I think that I can tell when you're acting. |
|
It's not good enough, |
|
it's not good enough, |
|
I just want to see where you'll fall. |
|
Like nails on the edge of a cliff, |
|
your tongue wraps around your life. |
|
I will tell you how, |
|
tell you now, |
|
how it makes me feel. |
|
Why argue? |
|
Without blood, |
|
without help, |
|
you'll be like us all. |
|
Used to think there was no future left to talk about. |
|
Open up and let the King of flailing tongues in. |
|
I'm not just your friend, |
|
I'm your skin and bones. |
|
I think that I can tell when you're acting. |
|
It's not good enough, |
|
it's not good enough, |
|
I just want to see where you'll.. |