Lay Down the Law - 3

This song is not about you

It’s not about me

It’s about the blood and the blade

Stabbed into the back of somebody

Somebody is someone who is stable

But still remains unable to really be himself

Cause if he were he

Then she would still be with somebody

And not someone else

Someone else…

This song is not about me

And the battles that I’ve won

It’s about the warped kitchen floor

From the water left on to run

And the pile of dirty dishes

That is never done

And the ashes in the sink

Floating in the water

Somebody doesn’t wanna have to

But somebody oughtta

Lay down the law, don’t change your style

Lead on to leave

Baby come on back for a while

Lay down the law, don’t change your style

Lead on to leave

Baby come on back for a while

For a while…

This song is a survey of scenes somebody sees

Masked with melodies

There’s no way to let go, no way to forget

That there’s nowhere to grow

Just the room to regret

Where she holds him back confined to a space

But she holds somebody in the first place

Lay down the law, don’t change your style

Lead on to leave

Baby come on back for a while

Lay down the law, don’t change your style

Lead on to leave

Baby come on back for a while

For a while…

Somebody is stranded light years from home

On a planet where people

Are not like his own

Where they pay to be brainwashed

And told what to see

And not many dare question authority

Where a sick television is coughing up blood

And it stains every life and it’s starting to flood

Fills the holes in our brains

As it pours from the screens

And it stains the newspapers and the magazines

Lay down the law, don’t change your style

Lead on to leave

Baby come on back for a while

Lay down the law, don’t change your style

Lead on to leave

Baby come on back for a while

Lay down the law

Lay down the law

Don’t change your style

Don’t change

Lay down the law

Lay down the law

Lay down the law