Wish I could hear a siren
Soprano song for all the silent ones
just as he tempers firing,
like the calm before a loaded
She's just a distraction,
something to soothe your empty little soul
And there's blood on the floor
And a bruise across her face
Oh, but your baby, your baby
Well, I've tried to be honest
They want a smile and a promise
Another girl in a brilliant masquerade
There's a whole lot of trouble
The high and this poker face
this song looks pretty in lace now
Well it's the order of the day
You take a flag and fly it
Then you can go and buy it
There's not many places left to run to
It's not long before it's
And every selfie it'll make
There are those that lead us,
and there are those who are
with a barrel pointed at our head
Sometimes the light gets through,
and the picture's a disgrace
looks pretty in lace, yeah
Oh, and this song, this song
Yeah, and your baby, your baby