Sackcloth And Ashes

She looks pretty good in blue
She's worn it out a lot
You look good on paper, too
When actually, you're not
She's not looking anymore for someone to feel sorry for
So don'cha come 'round no more

She's got pretty fake eyelashes
Slanted plastic glasses
Everyone who passes says she looks beautiful
But don't even think about asking her to dance
'Cause in your sackcloth and ashes, you're never gonna have a chance
Sackcloth and ashes

She smeared you with her fingerprints just because she could
She's not sorry for her sins as long as she looks good
How can she have so much fun
Knowing all the things she's done?
She's bad, she's strong, or maybe she's stupid

But she's got pretty party dresses
Manic Panic tresses
She believes that less is more where you're concerned
But you can only dream about the places that she's been
'Cause in your sackcloth and ashes, they're never gonna let you in

One day, maybe
You'll be way beyond this silly habit you've put on
Tough, and strong enough, and wrong
And wrong enough for long enough to belong there

But 'til that day comes along
You'll be sullen and regretful
Querulous and fretful
Carrying a head full of evil thoughts
And there'll be lots of girls and people who wanna know where you stand
But in your sackcloth and ashes, you'll never make 'em understand

Sackcloth and ashes
Sackcloth and ashes
Sackcloth and ashes
They're never gonna understand