Call it black and white and red all over
That these bones bury in cool dirt
And it meant wrong to name you queen with one foot in my grave
(Face forward, birthday boy)
You, enter you
I haven't seen you in years
You move like cold, a ghost
And I can't say that I want you around
(Tainted arms always hold the longest when you sleep
You think in covers, but you're going nowhere)
With both feet in my grave
I'm not asking you to be battered through and die alone
And you're on, you're off
She knows I'm all about the lights