He was the sun
He was the moon
He was a rat in two-bit shoes
Dig through your drawers
Throw out what's his
Pitching a fit
Here is a picture
Add to the pile
Light a match
Watch it burn awhile
Fuel it with alcohol
Drink from the bottle
oh, pogresita (Hindi for Lion)
tragic little tika (Hindu forehead mark)
Did he go and shatter you again?
But the way that you're crying
Is more like a lion
That licks her wounds before she seeks revenge
Pluck all the stars out of the sky
Sit in the dark and wonder why
That we can grin
Let's see it again
Because it's tremendous
Wrap all your throughts
In ribbons and bows
Give them away at a party you throw
Climbing up on the roof
Are you looking for proof
That you did what you did?
oh, pogresita (?Hindi for Lion?)
tragic little tika (?Hindu forehead mark?)
Did he go and shatter you again?
But the way that you're crying
Is more like a lion
That licks her wounds before she seeks revenge
He was the moon
He was a rat in two-bit shoes
Dig through your drawers
Throw out what's his
Pitching a fit
Here is a picture
Add to the pile
Light a match
Watch it burn awhile
Fuel it with alcohol
Drink from the bottle
oh, pogresita (Hindi for Lion)
tragic little tika (Hindu forehead mark)
Did he go and shatter you again?
But the way that you're crying
Is more like a lion
That licks her wounds before she seeks revenge
Pluck all the stars out of the sky
Sit in the dark and wonder why
That we can grin
Let's see it again
Because it's tremendous
Wrap all your throughts
In ribbons and bows
Give them away at a party you throw
Climbing up on the roof
Are you looking for proof
That you did what you did?
oh, pogresita (?Hindi for Lion?)
tragic little tika (?Hindu forehead mark?)
Did he go and shatter you again?
But the way that you're crying
Is more like a lion
That licks her wounds before she seeks revenge