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