Miss Delaney Cover

Finally I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts
In no time there'll be one less sad robot
Looking for a chance to be something more than just metal
Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist
And she's the vinyl queen from the surfer dream
She likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal
And she's so good, but she's no good for me
Oh, Miss Delaney
What's the matter?
You waited by the window,
I waited by the door.
Oh, Miss Delaney,
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven,
So why treat him like he's dead?
It's not that every day,
Every day is coming up with the green grass
But the times pass when I
Think of you whenever I'm at dinner
Finally I've found someone to duel this lonely scene
I don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes
Though it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be
But she won't sleep with me
Oh, Miss Delaney,
What's the matter?
You waited by the window,
I waited by the door.
Oh, Miss Delaney,
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven,
So why treat him like he's dead?
Like he's dead
From here you can't find everything
Melly, I would never lie to you...
Well, Miss Delaney
Whatcha sad for?
You waited by the window,
And I was kicking down your door.
Oh, Miss Delaney,
Where's your boyfriend?
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven, so why treat him like he's dead?
Oh, Miss Delaney