Swan Song Testo

Testo Swan Song

You were gonna let me go

No guts to tell me yourself

Go ahead and rub my nose in it

You can't fire me because I quit

You make me feel invisible
Well, surely you see me now

stretched out on the floor of your house

foaming at the mouth with a needle in my arm

next to a smoking gun and an empty razor case

and a note that says



"Dear Jack, I hate you

Love, Diane."



The neighborhood is gonna watch me
as I create the great finale:

a perfect swan dive out the window

crash the car off the road

You're not gonna miss me

but you're gonna remember my body

crumpled in a heap

in the middle of the street

Clean up your mess



Finally you're carrying me over the threshold

Try to revive me with a cold compress

but it's too late

I guess you're best just isn't good enough

when every warm embrace

it was a selfish act

and every smiling face

it was a trap

You shit

You stabbed me in the back



"Dear Jack, I hate you

Love, Diane."



Clean up my mess