I Was A Lover

I was a lover before this war

Held up in a luxury suite behind a well barricaded door

Now that I've cleaned up, gone legit

I can see clearly round, oh, round those square peg door figure

I'm locked in my bedroom

So send back the clowns

My clone wears a brown shirt

And I seduce him when there's no one around

Mano e Mano on a bed of nails

Bring it on like a storm 'til I knock the wind out of his sails

And we don't make eye contact when we have run-ins in town

Just a barely polite nod and nervous stares towards the ground

I once joined a peace class, plastic innards

Slow dance with commas like a land of the words

And we liked to party

And we kept it live

And we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang

To keep a handle on all this jive

Oh, we unbridled, let's talk to kill the time

How many scars did you cycle through before you were mine

And it's been a while since we went wild and that's all fine

But we're sleepwalking through this trial and it's really a crime

It's really a crime, it's really a crime

It's really criminal

We're just busy tempting, like fate's on the nod

Running on empty, bourbon and God

It's been a while since we knew the way

And it's been even longer since our plastic priest class

Had a goddamned thing to say

I was a lover before this war

I was a lover before this war

I was a lover before this war