Victory Square

Oh my god you got your mojo back
You never were that slack
You had to want it to receive it
On the cover of a magazine
Another victory
You had to want it to believe it
How could you do that to me? (Baby!)
How could you do that to me? (Baby!)
Put it up on the marquee
You’re all that I know
The places you go
All that I know
The roses you grow
Along the dirty road
There she goes, she’s had a heart attack
And as you catch her back
You always thought it would be you first
Floor the truck and get her out of here
And you can barely steer
The stop signs do not matter
How could you do that to me? (Baby!)
How could you do that to me? (Baby!)
Put it up on the marquee
You’re all that I know
The places you go
All that I know
The roses you grow
Along the dirty road
Please rest assured that it never occurred to me
Armed in the tender age, your poetry fucked with me
If you don’t climb trees then you can’t feed the birds
It was never the melody and always the words
How could you do that to me? (Baby!)
How could you do that to me? (Baby!)
Put it up on the marquee
You’re all that I know