The Loyalist

Well there was a house in the city of Shred
And the picket fence was black and red
And The Loyalist got out of bed
She put a red cap on her head

And I’ve missed you ever since you left home
Yes I’ve missed you ever since you left home

She met a man who fashioned wood
He could do things she never could
He had strong hands and he understood
All of the things which she stood for

All the people in the town
Tried to laugh and put her down
‘Cause she was speaking ill of Mox the Clown
She said he’d always be keeping them down

She built a sculpture out of bronze
She put the thing out on the front lawn
And her man threw her out at the crack of the dawn
She thinks she might know what went wrong

Well The Loyalist needs time to think
Pour out another drink
Start to swim, start to sink
The Loyalist needs time to think

She’s felt the pain of being wrong
She’s heard them ring that false alarm
She’s a Loyalist with a rebel charm
She’s enlisted in her lovers’ arms

I wonder at times what could be as
Sad as ideals without ideas
Yes, I wonder at times what could be as
Sad as ideals without ideas