From the recording The Difficult Second Album
Written by Timothy Richard Barron (PRS) and Eric Stephen Luskin (BMI)
All instruments by Ditch The MuuMuu except drums (Ben Swan)
Lyrics
Turned on, it won't be long
When taking a chance is faking a song
Oh yeah, fighting for air
Ambition is growing and flows everywhere
Take your pretty poison. Take your pretty poison and watch tomorrow's news
Sending out flares
You and the captain rearranging deck chairs
Oh my, look at them run
Caring for people who follow the drum
Take your pretty poison. Take your pretty poison. Too late to pay your dues
Study it now
Battered and shattered and taking a bow
Oh wow, you're losing the race
For finding a doctor to straighten your face
Take your pretty poison. Take your pretty poison. Take your pretty poison. There's nothing left to lose
Just a late goodbye
And break a butterfly upon a wheel
On that wheel you'll find the reason
When the chips are down
And you've played every clown in town
You'll know the way. The only way is truth or treason
Move on, there's nothing to see
Send out a letter to the NYT
Too bad, you're waiting for fees
The soul trader took a bullet for me
Take your pretty poison. Take your pretty poison. Take your pretty poison. Take your pretty poison and wait for dead man's shoes
Take your pretty poison. Too late to pay your dues. Take your pretty poison. Watch tomorrow's news. Take your pretty poison. You've nothing left to lose