Waltz No.9

After the wreck of your day crumbles
And pieces have been put away
Only the loneliest still want to stay
In a house where the weirdness went on

Hung like a crook in the yard
You carry the can but she's making it hard to recall
The unbearable joy and fidelity sworn
For the summertime bloom

Aaaaah
You're unravelling just down the line
Chances are you're not gonna be fine
Aaaaah
When they said that relief will come soon
They were just trying to get out the room
Your death comes in June

Number 9 comes at you like a punch
It couldn't care less if you've finished your lunch
Or if you're the best in a miserable bunch
Your end doesn't wait for consent

Any thoughts that you haven't read first
Need to be knocked out of you by the nurse
Who administers something to make you feel worse
Remember to stop talking sense

Aaaaah
You're unravelling just down the line
Chances are you're not gonna be fine
Aaaaah
When they said that relief would come soon
They were just trying to get out the room
Your death comes in June

Your death comes in June

Aaaaah
You're unravelling just down the line
Chances are you're not gonna be fine
Aaaaah
When they said that relief will come soon
They were just trying to get out the room
Your death comes in June

Your death comes in June
Your death comes in June