Stand Up Tragedy

Pardon me sugar I’m the man underneath your thumb But I won’t take your violence and I won’t chew your bubblegum White heat, indiscreet, any day now obsolete Though you’ve seen your best days I would still walk down your empty street Well you look like salvation but you taste like a refugee Well you say you got no soul but you look like you do to me If I was the melody you were the symphony Honey loving you took the very best of me I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy Just another punch line in your stand up tragedy Well I’ve been pushing up daisies Just to catch a glimpse of something real When I see you coming I might just as well give up and kneel Well if you saw me broken Would you put me out my misery? Well I don’t do handsome and you don’t do sympathy If I was the melody you were the symphony Honey loving you took the very best of me I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy Wrong from the get go, let it slide Tell them what they don’t know Sing them praises far and wide Give those speeches, ring them bells Mama don’t know what she preaches But she sure looks dignified Well she sure looks dignified Well she sure looks dignified If I was the melody you were the symphony Honey loving you took the very best of me I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy Take my hungry guarantee I could be your slave if you’d only beg for me I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy Just another punchline in your Stand up, sit down, lie back, turn round, play dead for me Stand up tragedy