Arthur Miller

[Verse 1]
I'm your little girl
Too old for this town
Tied me into the bed
Say that she drowned
A child of God living in sin
It's like a movie

[Chorus]
Some masterpiece
I am the killer
Baby be kind
Don't be like Arthur Miller
You lie for your art
Make a wicked woman
Out of your star
Yeah, you've made me the villain
Cause we hate what we break the most

[Verse 2]
You're a sharp shooter
With a blank gun
(Shoot up, up, shoot up, up)
I’m a prize at the fair
That comes undone
(Shoot up, up, shoot up, up)
You thought she could write me like a play
(Shoot up, up)
Or read me like a book

[Chorus]
Some masterpiece
I am the killer
Baby be kind
Don't be like Arthur Miller
You lie for your art
Make a wicked woman
Out of your star
Yeah, you've made me the villain
Cause we hate what we break the most

[Outro]
She was, uh well, how can you put it?
She was everything
And it was a disastrous combination
Of powerful impulses in every direction
Well, she wasn't smart enough to survive