You're Crashing, But You're No Wave - Album Version

The DA is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practises all his lines
To his closing arguments twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "The Man Hangs"
But the jury dosen't.(dosen't...dosen't ... dosen't..dosen't.)
Everyone's looking for relief
United States vs. Disbelief
And mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle(Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Ah ~)
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial.(Ah ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~)
Case open
Case shut
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic.(Woo ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~)
(Woo ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~~~~~~~~~)
He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked on one to six
The gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding bravado
The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer ~.
Everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the charm, and the curse (Oh ~Oh ~Oh ~Oh~)
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headline's worse ~.
Case open
Case shut
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic.(Woo ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~)
Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
"In the above entitled actions we find the defendant"...
(Guilty ~ ~ ~ ~ ~)
Case open
Case shut
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic.
Case open
Case shut
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic.(Woo ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~)
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