Looks like somebody got murdered
Thats the way it looks around here
I shouldnt wait for you
I think its too late for you
Too many toxic tantrums
Have watered down my fear
Too much of your thunder
Killed all my wonder for you

And its a queen sized tom
Me in my water-stained room
Alone with my ends and adds
Associating with the gods on my walls
While you fear up portraits
And forward all my calls to the moon
I guess its coming down soon

Looks like some nasty weather
Blew into the neighborhood
Funny it was so blue
I guess it followed you
Well you ripped off my conclusions
Like a twisted robin hood
And Im not afraid of you
Im only delayed by you

And its a queen sized tom

And the words drip from your lips like glimmering jewels
And thecongregation weeps while you plagiarize the fools

Aint it a shame
Nobodys got to leave home to find someone to blame