Future Midcity Massacre

Well I tried, my girl, to put you in a song
 A tune to weep for when you're back
 But every time the notes fall flat
 Your face is made, your bags are packed
 You were leaving before you were even gone
 Spent lost years in the ring, we're fighting love
 Now everything that came before
 My wicked plea and your dreams of war
 They hit me quick, they made me sore
 They taught me swinging hard is not enough
 So meet up with your girls in New Orleans
 Tie your corset,
 paint your eyes and run wild through the Bourbon night
 It always takes me by surprise
 How effortless your good time seems to be
 And I'll send you on your way without a kiss
 Well, I never gave you all that much to miss
 But, hell, what a time
 Now you're free babe and so am I
 So move on with the mirror in your mind
 Watch your style and your step
 And when there's no reflection left
 You'll find you've become someone else
 A stranger to yourself and all mankind
 And she said this rum it just don't burn me going down
 Not like it did when we were young
 It felt like fire across our tongues
 Just like love, that all went numb
 And the sweetest feelings found their own way out
 So you send me on my way with cheap red wine
 A bouquet of dead flowers and a thirst for twisted nights
 But, fuck, what a time!
 And you're beautiful but you ain't mine
 You're free babe, so very free babe
 And so am I, yeah so am I, yeah so am I