Crime In Stereo

Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be,
"knock three times amd tell them who sent you and who you came to see".
I could find you in any dive
In any one of these Dark streets.
In a vinyl booth with a stranger,
Dripping insincerities.
And all those promises to me you mumbled.
I guess you'll keep them eventually...(to someone else)
Hey what the hell, I said
Now we're all former friends treated like guests
In our very own home,
As we stare and wonder how someone so young could get any dumber than you.
But hey that's what they say
About the divorce rate:
The kids grow up not trusting anything.
But I won't forget the day when you came to me backstage just to see what I would say about your newest mistake.
Duck hits
And the whole world gets to see
You hide out in some Green Point diner
With all the indie rockers and the graphic designers,
Diving through the alleys of these Dark streets,
With a vinyl smile dripping with insincerity.
Hell you sure fooled me.
Now we're all former friends treated like guests
In our very own home,
As we stare and wonder how someone so young could get any dumber than you.
But hey that's they say
About two products of the divorce rate.
And if this fate is ours to embrace,
You can come find me backstage.
But I won't be anyone's mistake.
Anyone's mistake.