Destroyer

The Leg We Stand On

Don't let the curtains bring you down

Remember, Mary is a privilege

We own this town, you said

A far cry from friendly

So then flee

Flee

There are no constructs in my mind

To speak of, when I think, (uh?), I think about you

There are no spires for us to climb up and touch

A benevolent hand is necessarily a bad thing

So was spring

Spring

So what, the laid traps I'll snap shut

I agree some things should be banned

Like wasting all your charms on the first day as planned

There's something perhaps even more obscene

Misplacing the leg that you stand on

Mary means nothing to you

What she read was stupid

Mary means nothing to you

Everyone's singing, everything's true