Well There's Sweat On the Vinyl
And There's Blood On the Velvet
There's Tears in the Bathtub
And There's Your Hair On My Carpet
That We Left As Residue From All Our Jealous Nights
Well I Act Like A Victim But
I've Never Been in The Right
Oh, Miss Diploma
Could You Explain What It Means
Wit' Faulkner, Fitzgerald
And Scarlett McQueen
So That I May Better Understand Your Words
I Talk Like A Victim But
You Know I Ain't Ever Been Hurt
So Now I Am Festering
Wit' Wooden Rot
That's Left Me Resolutely Unstable
And Yet I'm Not
Unable To Say I'm Resolved Never To Return
Oh I Act Like A Victim
But You Know I Never Been Burned
Well There's A Time 'n' A Place
For Our Middle Aged Sorrow
When We're Hooked On White Picket Fence
And We Don't Have To Borrow
Money From Your Parent To Try to Make Ends Meet
Oh I Act Like A Victim
But I Never Felt Defeat
If This Were My Last Song
I'd Have More To Say
But Until Then I'll Hold You Close
Every Night 'n' Day
Oh I'll Surely Go To Hell So Why Not Go Out Strong
I Act Like A Victim But
You I Never Been Wronged
So Now I Will Leave You
Wit' A Few Simple Words
There's Sympa-ty In Sinners
And An Apa-ty in Church
I Hope I'm Not Out of Songs To Sing
I Act Like A Victim But I Ain't Ever
Felt A thing
Well There's Sweat On the Vinyl
And There's Blood On the Velvet
There's Tears in the Bathtub
And There's your hair on my carpet
That We Left As Residue from all our
Lo-o-oving Nights
I Act Like A Victim But I've never Had
The Right