Arched back and a couple of slit wrists How often can you tell me that I can't love you Just maybe I can Just maybe I can Somehow I'll break those arms And someday I'll break those arms Watching Jesus Christ Emerge in the form of a firearm I sit back and relax I sit back and relax My wife of forty years I raped her He began that day like any other Holding hands with savory little beauties Let them know that you love them And tell them all you want is to be cared for That's all you want Is to be cared for That's all you want Is to be cared for Is to be cared for Her eyes were calm And her hands were cold 5. Trophy Wives Shake, shake, shake Loose that single gleam of hope left in your chest Gone are the days of sunshine The days of sunshine, I promise Breath taking photographs Of dreams long forgotten Your ship has sank Wrong place, wrong time Squeal once more for papa This is not about money, oh no This is a sport Hair that smells of fear and Eyes that scream, solitude Companionship is just another Fucking curse You can't buy friends like this You can't buy friends like this You can't buy friends like this Bite and scratch all you like Bite and scratch all you like Trophies of black, blue and red