Matchstick Murder

Found you wrecked out on the floor

Deep dark dagger in your back

Why was I shifting

So quietly?

Woke up this time stomping on the floor

Strung out, hung up

Color bands of war

Hung in the air

The day the deed went down

Matchstick murder, who is to blame?

Matchstick murder, who is to blame?

Put me on trial the day the dogs were out

Jury made up stories for the way

They thought it was

The day the dead went down

Matchstick murder, who is to blame?

Matchstick murder, who is to blame

As the lazy ladies hold up the glass

To their holy rolling husbands of wealth?

No rolling stone may break my bones

You always said I was a liar

But you don't know how hard I tried

To turn the daggers in your eyes

Into the chains of chastity

What doesn't kill you makes you thin

When cozy rooms won't fit your stretch

Look to your pocket for the key

To unlock your misery

And plant your feet upon the road