You're Crashing, But You're No Wave
The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument
Twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "The Man Hangs
But the jury doesn't"
And everyone is looking forward to lead
The United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of
The aisle
Youve thrown, face the war
The verdict falls like badgering, but just like girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy cant lift his head, he cant
Isnt it tragic?
He glances at his peers sitting, seven till twelve
Stacked on one till six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of
Grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell
Not withstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope that bade him breath
Which ever you prefer
And everyone is looking for a leave
A bidding war for an old friends grief
The coffin kid, the coffins charm and
Cause, not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press raves for whichever headline wins
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy cant lift his head, he cant
Isnt it tragic?
Fresh pressed suit and tie
I am pressed for sing and die
Can duck my way out of anything
The former reads the verdict
"In the above entitled action
We find the defendant
Guilty..."
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy cant lift his head, he cant
Isnt it tragic?
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy cant lift his head, he cant
Isnt it tragic?
