Oh, this is the last love song
For the vultures have got my heart
And the bells cease to ring
But here comes the pretty boy
Your heart is his kingdom,
And he's coming for your daughters,
and he's coming for your sons
I've found myself dressed in sequins
Held in my left hand is an ace
But still, I just wish I could change my day
I wish I could change my face
Over here comes the pretty boy,
with his whistles and bells
With his cloak and his toys,
I think we all know him well
And he's coming for your body,
he's coming for your soul
Till he's broken all the gold
And you can kneel before him now
I'll polish his many jeweled crowns
But he'll just cross your
And then he'll strike you down
Over here comes the pretty boy
To convince him he's not alone
And he's coming for your sister,
he's coming for your land
each and every hand that he's held out to you