Dinner at Eight

No matter how strong I'm gonna take you down with one little stone I'm gonna break you down and see what you're worth What you're really worth to me Dinner at eight was okay before the toast full of gleams It was great until those old magazines Got us started up again Actually it was probably me again Why is it so that I've always been the one who must go That I've always been the one told to flee When it fact you were the one long ago Actually in the drifting white snow you left me So put up your fists and I'll put up mine No running away from the scene of the crime God's chosen a place, somewhere near the end of the world Somewhere near the end of our lives But 'til then no, daddy, don't be surprised If I wanna see the tears in your eyes Then I know it had to be long ago Actually in the drifting white snow, you loved me No matter how strong I'm gonna take you down with one little stone I'm gonna break you down and see what you're worth What you're really worth to me