Party Dress

Whatcha gonna do when the walls burn down?
Whatcha gonna do when the black ash flies from your mouth?
My head had forgotten what my hands have done,
But I can not imagine such frightening fun as dying.

Try as we might, this is a waste of time.

So, try as we might, this is a waste of time.
This is a waste of time.
This is a waste of time.

Tongues of hell drip with a four beat count.
Fizzing up the sedatives that flew into my mouth like locusts.
You could see the flames if they weren't so colorless.
You could feel the heat of my silk sharp dress as it flowed on and on and on and on.

Try as we might, this is a waste of time.

So, try as we might, this is a waste of time.
This is a waste of time.
This is a waste of time.

If you weren't so precious, I'd have said "Off with your head".
If you weren't so precious, I'd have said "Off with your head".