Whirlwind Songtext

there's only one way out the door.

Dazed and feeling punch drunk from the writing on the wall.
It must be hard to look so frail while sharpening your claws.
No matter that my words to you are never right as rain.
Spare me now your malcontent,
here we go again.

Is it the best you can do with your loaded bag of tricks?
I can't help but think that it's the way you get your kicks.
So take it out on me.
I can't take it anymore.
Take a long last look,
there's only one way out the door.

Hey, lesson learned diving head first in shallow water.
Hey, what happened to the resident farmer's daughter?
Hey, you're bitching deafening just like a clap of thunder.
Hey, hold on to your hat you're going under.
Is it the best you can do with your loaded bag of tricks?
I can't help but think that it's the way you get your kicks.
So take it out on me.
I can't take it anymore.
Take a long last look,
there's only one way out the door.

Between love and war is a fine line,
and to that I can attest.
Hit a trip wire spinning cartwheels, under heavy fire at best.
Your battle cry is heard by anyone within earshot.
Amusement or confusion is the only choice I've got.

Is it the best you can do with your loaded bag of tricks?
I can't help but think that it's the way you get your kicks.
So take it out on me.
I can't take it anymore.
Take a long last look,
there's only one way out the door.