The Getaway

Well, this thing that we had built Was flaying into shreds It was short and it was dry Like the hair on a shrunken head And all the king's men spread the pieces on the floor By the time they fit together, we had forgotten what they were for Pretending like she's beautiful in the pictures I can see But she only picks the good ones That's more than I can say for me But that's the way it always starts Feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts Always making out like bandits 'Til you get away and it falls apart It falls apart You're always dressed up like a priest You're always drilling through the wall Cracking the safe and skipping town While poor Rosemary takes the fall You're always looking for the future Rinsing out the dye Looking for a moral to the story That sounded good and happened to rhyme Rosemary on the gallows Dressed like nothing's wrong No funeral, no flowers For an outlaw in a song But that's the way it always goes Feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts Always making out like bandits 'Til you get away and it falls apart It falls apart But that's the way it always goes Feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts Always making out like bandits 'Til you get away and it falls apart It falls apart That's the way it always goes (that's the way it always goes) That's the way it always goes (that's the way it always goes) That's the way it always goes (that's the way it always goes) Feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts