Your Vandal

You’re the best of singers with whiskey and wine
You play your part to perfection
They wake you up and tell you it’s time for bed
But there is no question of letting this run any more
The cigarette’s burning your fingers
There’s too much wine on the floor
And more, and more, and more

You’re the best, the worst, the best

You’ve made a great art of wasting your time
You’re the national treasure for madness
But birds who sing without leaving their trees
Are prone to delusional grandness
Don’t let this run any more
Come down from your branch while you’re able
There’s too much blood on the floor
And more, and more, and more

You’re the best, the worst, the best

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

You’re the best, the worst, the best
You’re the best, the worst, the worst at the best of times

Well, I’m just not sure it’s the same any more
You must have ten good reasons to leave your lover boy
‘Cause I don’t get in ‘til half past three
And the shit I walk on comes in with me
But I don’t want nobody else but you

Well, I look around, try to find another soul
Wanna be a John Lennon, wanna be something more
But I can’t change, it’s the same old me
And the shit I walk on comes in with me
But I don’t want nobody else but you

Nobody else can dance the way you do
Nobody else romances me or takes a second chance on me like you
Like you

Well I love you pitifully poor, this is true
But for ten more summers I don’t know what I would do
Well I’m such a fool I must agree
‘Cause the shit I walk on comes in with me
But I don’t want nobody else but you

Nobody else can dance the way you do
Nobody else romances me or takes a second chance on me like you
Like you

Mercy me and mercy you
I’ve stained your dress and bruised you too
I pledged a million sorry eyes
Stumbling, undignified

All the cards came crashing down
Spin the wheels to leave the crown
Mercy you and mercy me
You’re still in love in spite of me

There’s comfort in the rushing wind
The silence, God, is deafening
But I’ve forgotten how to feel
It’s easier to fake it

So calling all the born agains
I need your tears and sweet amends
Mercy out and mercy in
I hope that I can make it

Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low

So flicker through like radio
You never know, you never know
My promises are paper thin
Swallow up your joy

So calling all the born agains
I need your tears and sweet amends
Mercy out and mercy in
I hope that I can make it

Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low
Low, low, carry me low

Got my tongue tied, waiting for the words to come
But they never did arrive
All of this beauty, all of this beauty
I should learn to shut my mouth

Maybe you were joking when you said to me
That you couldn’t take me any where
How did I get so far, how did I get so far
How did I get so far away

Won’t be your vandal any more
Everything I touch, everything I touch
Everything I touch, everything I touch
Just seems to break

So maybe I’ll get lost on the way back home to you
One day I just won’t get there
All of this beauty, all of this beauty
I should learn to let it go

Won’t be your vandal any more
Everything I touch, everything I touch
Everything I touch, everything I touch
Won’t be your vandal any more
Everything I touch, everything I touch
Just seems to break

Just seems to break
Just seems to break

Paint my picture if you must,
Please remember to be kind.
‘Cause darling, your broken heart was never on my mind.

Paint me with a building heart
Like some cruel valentine
But darling, your broken heart was never on my mind.

And when you feel the clash, and you don’t want me around,
Could you endure the rasp as kisses filled with fibreglass rain down

Heavy as a hummingbird
But more difficult to find
Well darling, your broken heart was never on my mind.

Clumsy as a ragtime clown
Or a dancing Frankenstein
Well darling, your broken heart was never on my mind

So pull this canvas down beneath that angry moon
As you endure the sound of one more singer singing out of tune.
Out of tune.

So paint my picture, well, if you must
Not forgetting to be kind
Cause darling, your broken heart was never on my mind