You're Crashing, But You're No Wave

The DA is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practises all his lines To his closing arguments twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper The headline reads "The Man Hangs" But the jury dosen't.(dosen't...dosen't ... dosen't..dosen't.) Everyone's looking for relief United States vs. Disbelief And mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle(Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Ah ~) Clear your throat and face the world The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls Only breathing with the aid of denial.(Ah ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~) 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.(Woo ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~) (Woo ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~~~~~~~~~) 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 bravado The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know Hang on a rope or bated breath Whichever you prefer ~. Everyone's looking for relief A bidding war for an old flame's grief The cause, the kid, the charm, and the curse (Oh ~Oh ~Oh ~Oh~) 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.(Woo ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~) 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~) 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.(Woo ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~) * End *