'Cause I've been wondering When you gonna see I'm not for sale I've been questioning When you gonna see I'm not a part of your machine Not a part of your machine I am the machine All my life I've been sittin' at the table Looks, luck, money and never

Walking through the front door, Seeing your black dress hit the floor, Uh honey there sure ain't nothing like you loving me All night long, Tuxedo waiters, black tie, White table clothes and red wine, We've been planning, this night, Looking forward to

Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake

You wanted to Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? I, cry, when angels deserve to die In, my, self righteous suicide Grab a brush and put a little (makeup) Grab a brush and put a little Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup) Hide the scars to fade

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone You were young, but your eyes were younger still When you found me there And you rode down the street watch me work Building tables and chairs You wore white, we were married in July In a church on a hill

Let it rain Move along, the weather's changing Won't you take me home and carry me away Winter's gone, the clouds are fading The sun might shine, but still it's not the same A gray sky so comfortable, whisper goodbye But every time I only hear good night

Tonight's the night I'm dressing up for you. Pick a part, you dream it up. Oh boy, tell me your fantasy, Tonight I'm gonna come alive, Make you forget about your 9 to 5, Are you ready for your blood to rise? Saucer of milk, table for 2 You wanna pet my

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

Public enemy number one Public enemy! I'm invincible You might say despicable Punishments reciprocal I'm unbeatable And the trouble has just begun Roses on your grave I'll be on my way

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw