Rowland S. Howard Breakdown (and Then...)
Crown prince of the crying jag,
Stuffed a towel in his mouth to gag.
Oh my darling I never knew
How hard it was to get rid of you.
I smashed on our virgin date,
Tell me, how did I reach that state?
The day ends again, and then
My darling here comes your breakdown and then...
Struck down by my own device
Sweet Jesus-ice-cold-Christ.
You drowned in the dining room
Resurrection sure came too soon.
God it's cold in this room
Hopped up on fever's croon
Just two more love dumb fools
Here comes your breakdown and then...
Loading the gun again
Dead lead goes in and then
Catch as catch can and can't
catch cold and fall apart
Cold as a distant star
Hot as a stolen car
I choke on this heart of hate
Sometimes I find it hard to get things straight.
Crown prince of the crying Jag
Stuffs a towel in his mouth to gag
Oh my darlin' I never knew
How hard it was to get rid of you
I smashed our burning date
Oh tell me how did we reach this state
the day ends again and then
My darlin here comes that breakdown and then
Struck down by my own device
Sweet Jesus ice cold christ
You drowned in the dining room
Resurrection it came too soon
God it's cold in this room
I choke on this heart of hate,
sometimes I find it hard
To get things straight
Cold as a distant star
Hot as a stolen car
