The Getaway

Well, this thing that we had built
Was flaying into shreds
It was short and it was dry
Like the hair on a shrunken head

And all the king's men spread the pieces on the floor
By the time they fit together, we had forgotten what they were for
Pretending like she's beautiful in the pictures I can see
But she only picks the good ones
That's more than I can say for me

But that's the way it always starts
Feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
'Til you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart

You're always dressed up like a priest
You're always drilling through the wall
Cracking the safe and skipping town
While poor Rosemary takes the fall

You're always looking for the future
Rinsing out the dye
Looking for a moral to the story
That sounded good and happened to rhyme

Rosemary on the gallows
Dressed like nothing's wrong
No funeral, no flowers
For an outlaw in a song

But that's the way it always goes
Feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
'Til you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart

But that's the way it always goes
Feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts
Always making out like bandits
'Til you get away and it falls apart
It falls apart

That's the way it always goes (that's the way it always goes)
That's the way it always goes (that's the way it always goes)
That's the way it always goes (that's the way it always goes)
Feel like Lily and the Jack of Hearts