it's not how he wants it to be
she's not
the shame is making her wet

devil's digits on his back
stressing out their fronts

dearly beloved
jack-of-all-trades
oh, desicated
king of nothing

she will take a part of him
then he'll be someone else

sad he won't aspire higher
saw him lay back in the fire
preaching to the choir
thought it came through the wires

his eyes on the speaker
they can almost feel for her
communal nomenclature
thought it dead but wasn't sure

darling, this is a burning town
and you will be the only one to drown