Tuesday Lyrics

You are some sad and lonely figure from the salanger short story
You are quick to draw and fast to shoot
Oh you'll go down in glory
You are the avalanche that follows a raised voice
The dirty needle consequence of a bad choice
Crash at the end of a car chase
You are the arsenic of the old lace
Your deeds carry the devastation of a storm
Your marked as the day that hitler was born
You are the handshake that seal the dirty deal
The s-i-n that makes families run
The screech before the crash as tire squeal
The hand that moves towards the gun, towards the gun

And I am yours despite my descent
I am the spanger on the street, who asks you for a cent
I am the thoughts that run from the hums,
I am how one behaves when no one else is around
I am the ink that runs from the pen
I am a birth mark on your skin
I am the sound of a match being lit
And I am the doubt from which some benefit, some benefit
This girl is to her country as a face is to a blemish,
I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you
I am ashamed of you.