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You're a canary I'm a coalmine 'Cause sorrow is just all the rage

The DA is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practices all his lines To his closing arguments 12 hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper The headline reads "The man hangs" But the jury doesn't Everyone's looking for relief United States vs disbelief And mother's cast tears on both sides of the aisle Clear your throat and face the world The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls Only breathing with the aid of denial Case open Case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic He glances at his peers sitting 7 to 12 stacked on 1 to 6 The gallery is hushed Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know Hang on a rope or bated breath Whichever you prefer Everyone's looking for relief A bidding war for an old flame's grief The cause, the kid, the charm, and the curse Not a word that could make you comprehend Too well dressed for the witness stand The press prays for whichever headline's worse Fresh pressed suit and tie Unimpressed birds sing and die Can talk my way out of anything The foreman reads the verdict "In the above entitled actions we find the defendant" Guilty

I am God's gift Why would he bless me with such wit without a conscience equipped

This is a love song in my own way Happily ever after below the waist

You'll put your eyes to the sun and say "I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding.

Kiss away young kills and thrills on the mouths of all my friends

A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides and a fortune for your disaster

I want these words to make things right But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life