This song is not about you It's about the blood and the blade Stabbed into the back of somebody Somebody who is someone who is stable But still remains unable to really be himself Than she would still be with somebody
This song is not about me And the battles that I've won It's about the warped kitchen floor From the water left on to run And the pile of dirty dishes And the ashes in the sink
Lay down the law, don't change your style Baby come on back for a while Lay down the law, don't change your style Baby come on back for a while
This song is a survey of scenes somebody sees There's no way to let go, no way to forget That there's nowhere to grow Where she holds him back confined to a space But she holds somebody in the first place
Lay down the law, don't change your style Baby come on back for a while Lay down the law, don't change your style Baby come on back for a while
Somebody is stranded light years from home Where they pay to be brainwashed And not many dare question authority Where a sick television is coughing up blood And it stains every life and it's starting to flood Fills the holes in our brains As it pour from the screens And it stains the newspapers and the magazines
Lay down the law, don't change your style Baby come on back for a while Lay down the law, don't change your style Baby come on back for a while