Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste

Whoa! Yeah, waltz around the room With a glaze in your stare In your tuxedo suit I'll give it a name Lower defenses I'll lower the casket Open the door Open the grave Murder Murder Murder Murder Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer Doing the waltz with your murderer Doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer Doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer You're doing the waltz with your murderer, whoa, yeah Waltz around the room With a glaze in your stare Tuxedo suit Give it a name Lower defenses Lower the casket Open the door Open the grave Yeah-oh Mediocrity is the killer Mediocrity is the killer Mediocrity is the killer Mediocrity is the killer You find yourself helpless, oh Christ is not a fashion fleeting away Fashion, fashion, fashion He laid emeralds in her eyes, oh, but I'd already tied A bracelet made of gold, and scarlet thread around her wrist And everything was wrong, so we sang sentimental songs Oh, how seldom we belong, but how elegant our kiss And we painted crooked lines, but we danced in perfect time To a love so much refined, we know not what it is So like the dullen wine, we pour into a grief we'd known before But never quite like this, never quite like this All I know now is regret, she follows like a silhouette On the cobblestone behind me, she has nothing left to say Except to innocently ask, her voice delicate as glass "Do you see me when we pass?" But I, I continue on my way