Yeah, we were halfway off the farm, setback Bank loan blowing out, red flag in the yard All the burnt kerosene and the time in between The light chit-chat in the dark You were sitting on a chair, pretty girl with no hair And your nine-mile stare, yeah And you said, "All the paintings are losing all their colour Darling, do you wanna take 'em all down to the ground?"
And was it Jenny, or was it Annie, or was it Lily That changed your point of view? Oh, your pretty face is curling up in anger Just keep in mind, my darling, I did it all for you And I was sitting in my lair, working on my stare Trying to make our dreams come true And I wonder what's the use when you're pointing at that noose And you're looking at me that way, okay
Long night, half-right Get straight, talk it out Long night, half-right Get straight, help me
