You're Crashing, But You're No Wave

(Album: Infinity On High - 2007)

The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror, he practices all his lines
To his closing argument, twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "The man hangs"
But the jury doesn't

And everyone's looking for relief
United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on
Both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the
Aid of denial

Case open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic?

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...

He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
On one to six, the gallery is hushed...
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell, notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer

And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course
The charm, and the curse
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever
Headline's worse

Case open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic?

Fresh pressed suit and tie, unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict, "In the above entitled actions
We find the defendant guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty..."

Case open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic?
Case open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic?

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...