One Day He Went Out for Milk and Never Came Home - The Paper Chase

I lay my black heart on the table

And it just may make itself at home

Cut short the cord length on the phone

Your smoke alarms and barred windows

Can’t save your house, God burn your soul

Is my dinner in the oven?

Lovebird, you haven’t touched your bread

Revenge served cold, breakfast in bed

I’ll never touch a hair on your pretty head

I want your heart, I want your head

Sweetheart, I’d send you up to heaven

But you’d eat them out of house and home

My tender jewel, my precious pearl

My ruby red, my diamond girl

String up my kitten by her curls

So how’s it feel to know that this is all you’ll ever be my darling?

A slight grease fire, accident-prone at home, at home

Say we won’t lie to ourselves unlike those bastards you swear

Say it to me, we make this bond

You and me, you and me

Do you want to go to heaven?

Come to the light, hang on this arm

My good boys, good girls, and good gods

The sinking ship, the grand applause

You owe it to me, make me this bond

You and me, you and me

Do you want to go to heaven?

(Oh dear, oh dear)

And if I show you my dark side

Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident

Good daddies won’t let you die

Your awkward steps in unlit hallways

We can’t have you swatting for the light

Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident

Good daddies won’t let you die

Do you want to go to Heaven?

When you’re swatting for the light

Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident

Good daddies won’t let you die

I’ll never let you die

I’ll never let you die

What is born will die

What has been gathered will be dispersed

What has been accumulated will be exhausted

What has been built up will collapse

And what has been high will be brought low​