On the top of the roof he sets his sights,
In the morning light he waits to strike,
Looking for the man with the two-tone shoes.

In the empty street that you left last
Down in your hall into his address
The cameras flash for the front page news

Just for today I like my dreams to be real
And when the liars rip the wheel
I'll keep my smile under the fade

Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby,
I felt like nothing when you left these arms
Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby,
I've got a coffin with your name in flowers.

Been called a black widow all the time
Don't matter with a heart as cold as mine.

With a red-haired dancer on his lap
He's driving himself to a heart attack
Up the road awaits the death proof car

Last thing he sees is a silhouette
And the glowing ember of a cigarette
She breaks the glass as he breaths his last

Just for today I like my dreams to be real
And when the liars rip the wheel
I'll keep my smile under the fade

Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby,
I've got a coffin with your name in flowers.
Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby,
I've got a coffin with your name in flowers.
Been called a black widow all the time
Don't matter with a heart as cold as mine.

Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby,
I've got a coffin with your name in flowers
Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby,
I've got a coffin with your name in flowers
Been called a black widow all the time
Don't matter with a heart as cold as mine.