From the album
Decade (Live At The El Macambo) CD/DVD
I hear you choking on your words again, the secrets in your throat.
And I really wish you'd say what you're thinking. We've been down this road so many times before, my stomach cannot take it. I've been killing time, you've been crossing lines, you say: Get Ready, get ready, get ready for this. I'm taking out my dagger. Just say it, just say it, just say it for me. I'm holding it up to your throat. Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready for this? You don't want to hear it. Just say it, just say it, just say it again. It will tear your soul apart again. I'm leaving you out in the cold again, I'll let you freeze to death. I won't let you see the flames, just the chimney. Where there's smoke there's fire but I'm such a good liar, you can't read the signals. And my lips are sealed from saying words that deal your shame. Stick to your guns. You've been betting it all on a long shot since day one. You gotta call a spade a spade. There is no ace up your sleeve, how can you believe you will win?