Parable

Press the little red button

Press the- it is pressed

The little red, pressed-

It is cold...

You are the one that took me down

We cannot see, we cannot kick the habit

Take your lips and turn em upside down

Make me slowly in the image of your perfection

If not the liar then the apple of your eye

If not today then tomorrow is just goodbye

I covet all these things

The bird it knows the bee stings

And then it dies, well, and then it dies

Tea in a loaded room, in a loaded house, in a loaded town

A finger taps the table, bottled ships they run aground

If only for my life, if only for my life, if only for my life

Know me, know me

If not the liar then the apple of your eye

If not the jury then guilt is through the alibi

I, I covet all these things

The bird it knows the bee stings

And then it dies, well, and then it dies

You are the one that took me down

Between your riding round youve surely known your lost and found

Take your whore lips and, take your whore lips and

Make me slowly in the image of your perfection

If not the savior then the apple of your eye

If not the masterpiece then a massacre in disguise

I, I covet all these things

The bird it knows the bee stings

And then it dies, well, and then it dies

Come on home, yeah come on home

And come on home, yeah come on home