Irony Is a Dead Scene

Game over, you win.
Game over, I win.

The Sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing
The memories are fleeting, a little game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}

The wedding Bells are ringing, the shotgun is a-singing
Now (?) your fingers steady, a little game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}

A lion tamer yelling, your first piano lesson
A 4--leaf contraceptive, we play a game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}

A sweaty palm reading, a lucky shot of whiskey
Now come and rub my belly, a little game of {Paper, Scissors, Rock}

O's and X's
Hollywood Squares
X's and O's
Bloody Tic-Tac-Toe

Not in your song
I'm not your singer
Not in your poem
I'm not your stanza
I'm not a color in your rainbow
But now which team
Are you rooting for?

We're Hollywood Squares
We're going nowhere

I'm an' 'X'
You're an 'O'

And this is the end...

The End.

Do you remember where you were on that day?
A day of life sentences and x-rays
My name was on that birthday cake

[Chinga]
Your mother, your father, your brother and the thing under the covers
Your lover, the others, the leeches, and the serpents and the suckers
your mother, your father, the babies, and the nurses and the doctors
Your lover, the others, the waiting room, the gurney and the druggers
Your mother, your father, your brother and the thing under the covers
Your lover, the others, the leeches and serpents and the suckers
Your mother, your father, the comas and the way the spirits hover
Your lover, the others, I thought I wasnt smart enough to suffer

Kiss me goodnight[x4]

Dreaming white satin
Kiss me goodnight [x3]

Freedom, freedom, tying your legs down
Freedom, freedom, fucking your brains out
Freedom, freedom, blowing the candle out
Freedom, freedom, waving to the crowd

And I hate long goodbyes anyway. . .

I want your soul. I will eat your soul. Come to Daddy.