Pretty Notes by The Grifters Lyrics

You know you write such pretty notes
But do you mean what you said?
Well, despite any malice
Yeah, your golden chalice
You pour it over your head

And I can't make you happy
No, I can't make you sad
You pick your bones
And you put out your homes
And you put me just where I am

And you close your eyes and have justice
And you open your mouth and have truth
But that all means nothin'
'Cause who are you bluffin'?
Your eyes

And oh, your sad song
Well, it's gone to my head
You're a thief, mind your matters
'Cause your golden hammer
It falls over your head
It falls over your head
It falls over your head
It falls over your head

It falls over your head
It falls over your head
It falls over your head

It falls over your head
It falls over your head
It falls over your head