Текст песни Arsonist Blues - Patrick Joseph

Arsonist Blues

Lonely Little Queen
Let me tell you that it’s all just a dream
All that blood on your hand won’t come off like you planned
You’re losing your grip on your royal command
Up in your castle made of sand
Your head is pounding like a military band
Are you sure that the banging, the pounding, the panging isn’t just another
scam?
Aren’t you tired
Of always looking over your shoulder?
Aren’t you tired, of stomping around on your battle ground
Burning down your bridges
Or burning down your house
There’s no one to hurt you, no one to desert you
But you go on anyhow
Burning down your bridges
Or burning down your house
You’re killing yourself more than the law allows
I’ve been trying to get to you
For thirty lifetimes in a day
But it’s hard when your bones weigh you down like stones
And your conscience is made of clay
And I know that it’s hard living in a world where you can’t discern your
friends from foes
But I suppose that you chose out this life like a rose
Like you were picking out your clothes
And aren’t you weary love, changing your face like a display case
And ain’t it dreary, love, marching home to the metronome
Burning down your bridges
Or burning down your house
Oh there’s no one to hurt you, no one to desert you
But you go on anyhow
Burning down your bridges
Or burning down your house
You’re killing yourself more than the law allows
Aren’t you weary love
Dragging your feet down your empty street
And ain’t it dreary love
Closing your door like it was before
Burning down your bridges
Or burning down your house
There’s no one to hurt you, no one to desert you
But you go on anyhow
Burning down your bridges
Or burning down your house
You’re killing yourself more than the law allows
Allows allows
Oh your killing yourself more than the law allows