Sue, don't waste your luck
Come down from off that truck
It's a shit business, but you're not stuck

You thought you'd had enough
Detached your ankle cuffs
And bolted beyond the bluff

You found yourself in the mud
Before you ever tasted blood

Like me, you aim to sleuth
But doubt was on the move
Its aim was to disprove

Come from your sewing room
Your best will birth a boon
Did they read your palm too soon?

And eight days following death
You'll rise and draw a breath

Your parasitism's in peril now
What an inhospitable host you've found
And your luck has been ground down

Soon those you ostracized
Will strike like bolts between your eyes
You don't convince; why feign surprise?

And when they burn the books
I hope you still get by on your looks

Do let your heartaches pass
They're only built on glass
Come see what you've amassed
The beast like a dragon spake
Said swaller all you take
cuz your extinction is home plate

Look now beyond false friends
And lie neath my awning again

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): JAMES TOTH