Woman's Weapon - The Residents

Cylinders were silhouetted up against the sky

«Sunset makes the Maybellines look lavender,» she sighed

«I guess she’s right,» I barely thought and then I turned and said

«Was it murder that had hurt her or something that I said?»

They said it was a woman’s weapon, small enough to hide

Inside a simple pocketbook or underneath a bride

«Could it be she slipped into suicide?

I do not think our flawlessness was always bonafide»

«I guess she’s right», I thought again and then I heard her say

«She was never on your side, but simply in the way

Let it go for it is over, I will take your hand

And we will watch our willows wave and wait for wonderland»