Wish I could hear the siren
Soprano song for all the silent ones
Just as your temper's firing
Like the calm before a loaded gun

She was just a distraction
Something to soothe your empty little soul
A violent call to action
Something to kick you out of cruise control

And there's blood on the floor
And a bruise across her face
But your baby, your baby looks pretty in lace

I have tried to be honest
Turns out truth just doesn't make the grade
They want a smile and a promise
Another girl in a brilliant masquerade

There's a whole lotta trouble
Behind this poker face
But this song, this song looks pretty in lace

Its the order of the day
You take a flag and fly it
If you don't do sincere
Then you can go and buy it
Not many places left to run to
Not long before its gonna break
With every trophy hunter
And every selfie at a wake
There are those who lead us
And there are those who are willing to be led
We've got some self-claimed Jesus
With a barrel pointed at our heads

Sometimes the light gets through
And the picture's a disgrace
But the lie, the lie looks pretty in lace

And this song, this song looks pretty in lace
And your baby, your baby looks pretty in lace