Song Description

It's my turn to break somebody's heart.

Lyrics

My Turn

Library Mary
All spectacles and brown shoes
Feels plain as a prairie
And cold as a dart
She just got the brushoff
Simple as an ice cube
From the ice-hearted Kruschev
Who's been fondling her heart

She pours her medicinal cheap wine
And oh, it's not the first time

(She says) it feels like it's my turn
Yes, it feels like it's my turn
With the appeal of a rugburn
And the soul of an earthworm
It's my turn to break somebody's heart

Crystal is a pistol
With a heart like a turnstile
Sits home with a fistful
Of Vicodin and beer
Romantically retarded
She stares out the front door
Waiting for her blackhearted
Casanova to appear

A blue girl dressed in scarlet
Some Lothario's underpaid harlot

It's a cycle as vicious
Ss dogs in a junkyard
Broken as dishes
Our kind hearts grow hard
Brandishing sabers
So that we never get scarred
Loving our neighbors
'til they're dead in the courtyard

Faith remains faithful
To a lover she's never met
But she knows that he loves her
By the life he doesn't live
And she's quietly grateful
That 'not now' and 'not yet'
Are the only transgressions
That she needs to forgive

And oh, it gets mighty lonely
Waiting for her one and only

(She says) it feels like it's my turn
Yes it feels like it's my turn
Not overly concerned
About life in the short term
The penalty for a false start
Is that someone's gonna break somebody's heart