Suffering Face

[Chorus]

Well, there's an old man's fantasy

Put in a young girl's mouth

Like cheap pink lipstick

Smeared on her wedding dress

Will you look what you've done to her

Will you look at this disgrace

Well, it's all over

Your suffering face

[Verse 1]

If we were chrome, we would be rusty

If we were thirst, we would be quenched

You don't need the same old rivet gun

You need a brand new wrench

Someone to pull you down on the ground

And cover you with kisses

Once I was the jewel of your heart

Now I'm only semi-precious

But if I seem so preoccupied

It's just my alibi, I'm all broken up inside

Even the words of love seem cruel and crass

When you're tough and transparent as armored glass

I prepared a bed for you

Then I sprayed perfume

Upon the wilted roses

That I'd scattered around the room

You came in gentle as a lamb

And turned into a terror

And you left your love and other threats

In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror

[Chorus]

Well, it's an old man's fantasy

Put in a young girl's mouth

Like cheap pink lipstick

Smeared on her wedding dress

Will you look what you've done to me

Now you've put me in my place

Oh, it's all over

It's all over [x2]

Your suffering face