Of Minor Prophets and Their Prostitute Wives

all the time you were burning my letters

you were only acting the part

you think with out me you'll get on much better

but you don't even know your own heart

come home darling come home quickly

come home darling all is forgiven

so come home quickly

i treated you as if you were a princess

you treated me like a cop

i gave you boundaries to save you from certain death

dangling from the end of a rope

but you're still playing for a love you'll never find

outside these arms of mine

the whole town is one step behind you

with the hangman on call

they've got the judge and you're convicted without a plea

but darling they will listen to me