This song is not about you;
It's not about me;
It's about the blood on the blade
Stabbed into the back of somebody.
Somebody is someone who is stable,
But still remains unable to really be himself,
'Cause if he were here then she'd still be with somebody
And not someone else.
Oh, someone else.
This song is not about me,
And the battles that I've won.
It's about the warped kitchen floor from the water left on the run,
And the pile of dirty dishes that are never done,
And the ashes in the sink floating in the water,
Somebody doesn't wanna have to,
But somebody ought to
Lay down the law,
Don't change your style.
Lead on to leave,
Baby, come on back for a while.
Lay down the law,
Don't change your style.
Lead on to leave,
Baby, come on back for a while.
Oh, for a while.
This song is a survey of scenes somebody sees
Masked with melodies.
There's no way to let go,
No way to forget that there's no where to grow,
Just the room to regret,
Where she holds him back,
Confined to a space,
But she holds somebody in the first place.
Lay down the law,
Don't change your style.
Lead on to leave,
Baby, come on back for a while.
Lay down the law,
Don't change your style.
Lead on to leave,
Baby, come on back for a while.
Ooh, for a while.
Somebody is stranded light years from home
On a planet where people are not like his own,
Where they pay to be brainwashed, told what to see,
And not many dare question authority,
Where a sick television is coughing up blood,
And it stains every life, and it's starting to flood,
Fills the holes in our brains as it pours from the screens,
And it stains the newspapers and magazines,
The newspapers and the magazines.
Lay down the law,
Don't change your style.
Lead on to leave,
Baby, come on back for a while.
Lay down the law,
Don't change your style.
Lead on to leave,
Baby, come on back for a while.
Lay down the law,
Lay down the law,
Don't change your style,
Do not change,
Lay down the law,
Lay down the law,
Lay down the law.