Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste

Yeah

Waltz around the room

With a glaze in your stare

Your tuxedo suit

And I'll give it a name

Lower defenses

I'll lower the casket

Open the door

Open the grave

(Murder)

(Murder)

(Murder)

(Murder)

Now, you're doing the waltz with your murderer

Doing the waltz with your murderer

Doing the waltz with your murderer

You're doing the waltz with your murderer

Your doing the waltz with your murderer

You're doing the waltz with your murderer

You're doing the waltz with your murderer

You're sharing the waltz with your murderer

Woah, yeah

Waltz around the room

With a glaze in your stare

Tuxedo suit

Give it a name

Lower defenses

Lower the casket

Open the door

Open the grave

Meow

Mediocrity is the killer

Mediocrity is the killer

Mediocrity is the killer

Mediocrity is the killer

You find yourself helpless, oh

Christ is not a fashion

Fleeting away

Fashion, fashion, fashion

He laid emeralds in her eyes, oh, but I'd already tried (Fashion, fashion)

A bracelet made of gold and scarlet thread around her wrist (Fashion, fashion)

And everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs (Fashion, fashion)

Oh, how seldom we belong, but how elegant our kiss (Fashion, fashion)

And we paint that crooked line, but we danced in perfect time (Fashion, fashion)

To a love so much refined we know not what it is so like the dullen wine (Fashion, fashion)

We pour into a grief we'd known before but never quite like this (Fashion, fashion)

Never quite like this, all I know now is regret (Fashion, fashion)

She follows like a silhouette on the cobblestone behind me (Fashion, fashion)

She's nothing left to say except to innocently ask

Her voice delicate as glass

"Do you see me when we pass?" But I

I continue on my way