dirty wedding dress

Well, listen, I got somethin' up on my mind And I think it's time that we talked There's too many interlopers that are showin' up And some of 'em deserve second thoughts 'Cause when the past makes you wanna die a little And dyin' makes you wanna work Well, then how we gonna find any room to have a life? I think it's time we lifted the curse (Sha-la-la-la) Say the mantra, "I love goodbyes" Ooh The dirty wedding dress is a promise I knew it that night at the shore And I knew that night on the rooftop I knew that she was from before So we got married that August And the neighbors all lost their minds We had to board up all the windows and shoot out the drones We took that sadness right from Saturday night, oh Now only my people can see me Only my people come in Everybody outside talkin' they know But no, they don't know They don't know what they think What they thought, thought they heard What's the time where they're at? What's the word? Herb's the word No, they don't understand these bits And they'll never get why So glory to the ones gettin' right Say the mantra, "I love goodbyes" Well, on tour with the band, there's like, a backstage party And this reporter makes her way across the room to me She asks me 'bout my loss, she laughs and calls it canon She asks if I'll read her latest piece Oh, Penny Lane, they're edgin' all over me And a critic has moved up the block Jokes he wants publishing 'cause I referenced him one time And I'm like, "What the fuck?" Well, Sammy writes pieces for the big machine 'Cause a book deal can't even pay the rent But Pac-Mannin' another artist to put a dollar in his pocket He's like, "I'm a lone working class man" Maybe that's why mom stays down at the shore most of the time We're always meetin' her there to breathe Oh, yeah, it's nice to feel special, it's nice to have a think And it's nice to get a break from that cynical beat I think my dirty wedding suit was a promise That I'll never let 'em take my soul Yeah, you're too good to spend any time in the mud Yes, you're a truth to behold So how can I talk to the ones counting streams? Or the ones who like to bully the dolls? Or the ones waitin' in line to get ripped off just to turn around and rip someone else off? Baby, aren't you sick of it all? Now only my people can see me Only my people come in Everybody outside talkin' they know But no, they don't know I'm sayin', "No, they don't know" Three times No, no, no, they don't know I'm sayin', "No, they don't know" Close the door And one, two, three, make it stop