If you've got the candles
I've got the matches
Batches and batches
If a match is what you need
a match is what I am
Let's begin the celebration
with zoo zoo's and wham whams.
No invitation required
and no guarantees..
Just don't move in and unpack here with heavy misery
pretending to be good company.
I'd have to break out of jail like monopoly
Get a quickie D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
I won't put up a fight for joint custody.
Can't we separate
as if we never started
cut it clean.
Under the mat, I won't leave misery my house key..
Misery runs a short course with me..
What I've discovered from my next of kin
I'd be another dead or dying fool letting misery in.
Said to me by my mother, father, brother
the whole covenant of man
Don't build your house on the misery plan.
If your posse ever gathers to capture me
My strategy is to flee.
Strike me from your death row dockets
Keep your itchy hands and sticky fingers
out of my pockets.
My policy is to scatter,
get out of there stat.
I won't light that fire
it's a match I won't scratch
and that's about that.
Won't be an inmate locked down
in your guilded prison
as some wanted man.
Won't be hangin' around
for anyone's scorched Earth plan
or run down. crushed in
a soggy ditch
at the county line,
Filling that lonely niche
with the likes of you
would mess up the order in my head
to have to kill then plant you in the
killing grounds
deader than code blue
dead.
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