A shot to the temple and a blow to your ego,
that's what these admonishments about nothing are.
A slap to the face with and appreciative smile,
you can get angry hon, its only one (of several) deadly sin(s).
Three (Sins) down, since you saw me alone on a fine midnight hour. (Envy, Lust, Wrath)
Three (Pills) down, the medications wearing you thin right now.
So rest up honey, (and) put your vindication up for a spell,
The stress isn't good for you, I'm sure release would do you well.
So hang my suggestions up and disregard the caution afforded too,
I'll call for the last time, hoping to get that comforting dial tone.
Three (Doors) down, you know you look lovely in a sterile hospital gown.
Three (Days) down, only one more hour till I can come back around.
See me again, yeah, in the light I found most flattering;
back when I was well rounded, in touch, in style, in vogue, in love.
Dreaming here, in a crowded speakeasy where only the spirits know your name, (Spirits=whiskey,wine)
busy here, oh, trying my best not to loose my self-respect. (Stray from drunkenness)
Three (Shots) down, oh well it only burns on the way down your throat,
Three (Rumors) down, aren't they adorable; our conceptions at late.
A shot from a thimble and a blow from a whore
that pretty much sums up my crimes for the court.
They slapped on some irons for a pitiful sight,
I'm due after you the devil's sure had a good time.
You left me out, (Of everything)
you've lost it now. (Whatever pathetic thoughts remained.)
These are selfish thoughts, and I must admit.
(To you and the jury)
We need a better end. (You smoking a gun barrel and me just coddling a newborn interest)
