i keep things in a hidden box / a shirt and pants and pair of socks
and spanking false identity / I bought in Brooklyn Heights
where once got caught, I should've learned / 'cause things about him raised concerns
he sucked some weed with Howard Stern / or so he liked to say

I kick myself for saying this / might cause my premature arrest
but still the urgency persists / to fall upon the sword
to tell someone most everything / and see what kind of bad it brings
and what it leaves here unrestored / falls upon the sword

So, here I go, you might have guessed / some things are really quite repressed
and even harder to express / so let me catch my breath
I wonder if a book would sell / of awful tales that I could tell
I know my family'd wish me well / if I could make some cash

I kick myself for thinking that / some magic thinking brings her back
and lays her at the church's door / to fall upon the sword
and everything would be OK / and all the past would pass away
a jagged knife would cut the chord / and fall upon the sword

I found her at the Laundromat / it's where I lost my baseball hat
her quoting scripture to the guy /who mops the overflow
what happened next or what got said / all ends with stitches to my head
if I'd have stayed at home instead / I'd be no better off

but kick my self for kicking her / what happened next I can't be sure
but ended on the vinyl floor / falling on the sword
and now I wear an ankle strap / so I keep track of where I'm at
by separating truth from fact / by falling on the sword

but even if that's true or not / I used my false i.d. and got..
me handcuffed in the parking lot / first wrestled to the ground
which says I just can't get away / with anything I do or say
they're gonna catch me anyway / It's time I come around

for kicking out the door the day / I thought she'd gone and runway
which put me in this ugly spot / to fall upon the sword
and quite in need of legal aid / a tattoo and a razor blade
she pierced me through the heart the day / I fall upon the sword

and now I thrive at blaming her / with rants of rage and slights and slurs
though not quite what I might prefer / became just who I am
now walk around with chlorine bleach / to target-practice what I preach
to burn the hole that caused the breach / to fill this massive void

till someone comes to shackle me / and brand me public enemy
and confiscate my motherboard / I'll fall upon the sword
till someone comes to tell my Mom / there's nothing that she could have done
to change this base biology / to fall upon the sword

sweet high school girl who washed my car / I sometimes wonder where you are
you stripped my chrome straight to the scar / which brought back all this pain
which brought me back to Brooklyn Heights / you know the guy who burned me twice
yeah, once with stolen merchandise / and once by dropping names

it's easy to be blaming him / complaining I'm the victim in
a war between the weathermen / and storms that purge the coast
and so I'm saying everything / to see what kind of bad it brings
and what it leaves here unrestored / falls upon the sword