Firewater - Whistling in the Dark Lyrics

Crouching on the cool white tile

SHe's got to learn to take her medicine

With a professional smile

Holy vessel or a toilet bowl

Puking hopes into a urinal

Sun like a blowtorch

Cuts through aluminum sky

Just like a crippled ballerina

In a pair of too-tight slacks

It's on her face, expensive tastes

But no excess of ready cash

She's completely gone

Oh, but you know she'll be back



She's living on a question mark

But spending exclamation points

It's perjury right from the start

She's only whistling in the dark

Evidence is thin in her defense

And as the prosecution rests

The jury's out, the mood is tense

They're only whistling in the dark



So many ways the game could go

Timer ticks out minutes left

Until it's going to blow

She may stumble, but she won't fall

Waiting for the curtain call

As history repeats in motion slow



And though her repertoire is good

It's just a faded valentine

Between the hammer and the nails

There lies unspoken compromise

Then it strikes you

Right between the eyes



Cause when tomorrow's blown away

Seems like tonight is here to stay

So she just close her eyes and stumble forward

Whistling in the dark

Long live the queen, the queen is dead

So take the crown off of her head

But is that taps or reveille

That she is whistling in the dark?