You Can't Sit With Us

So you are Beatrix Kiddo, anointed widow?
Grasp around that magic wrench, looking out to seek revenge
Did you say down boy? Did you believe it was a real toy?
Did you say down boy? You’re E. L. James and I am Tolstoy
You could be looking for something
But I swear it’s the last time, and I swear it’s your last try
I’m Alex singing, in the rain
You’re that mama they threw out from that train
Cinematic line of cause and effect
Do you accept them? Do they earn you respect?
You could be looking for something
But I swear it’s the last time, and I swear it’s your last try
Where I’ve been building bridges, you kept raising fences
But the doors been dancing their way off the hinges
But I swear it’s the last time, and I swear it’s your last try
Then you’re gone
You could be looking for something
But I swear it’s the last time, and I swear it’s your last try
Where I’ve been building bridges, you kept raising fences
But the doors been dancing their way off the hinges
But I swear it’s the last time, and I swear it’s your last try