This song is about a bride who commits suicide upon her wedding night.
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention
'Cause that's just ridiculously odd
Well, she sure is going to get it
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls now
The walls line the bullet holes
The opening starts with a scene of a bride who has killed herself on the ballroom floor. She has long waited for this day, hiding her suicidal thoughts (bullet holes) behind her wedding plans (fashion magazines)
When I say shotgun, you say wedding
Shotgun, wedding, shotgun, wedding
One would assume that this was an arranged marriage, coincidentally, a SHOTGUN MARRIAGE.
She didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry
(Give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood at her feet
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams
(Give me a break)
More light is shed upon this issue as the wedding IS revealed to be a shotgun marriage, with the bride smiling through her tears on her wedding night, about to be wedded to a man she had not wanted. (She didn't choose this role)
And when she finally kills herself, the crowd is taken by complete surprise. The point of view then shifts to the groom, who (open to interpretation) is a rash young man, blinded by ranging hormones and a young life (boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen, and wearing aubergine)
Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break
To say the least, their relationship has been a taxing, uneasy relationship, the kind that demands constant devotion and yet feels extremely taxing at the same time.
As for the chorus, it all puts the general feel down quite nicely:
Have some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrong
Come on this is screaming photo op, op
Come on
Come on
This is screaming
This is screaming
This is screaming photo op.
When I read these lines, I can feel the groom's hollow sense of rage, regret, and sorrow, turning into rage once again.
This song is about a bride who commits suicide upon her wedding night.
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor Just for the attention 'Cause that's just ridiculously odd Well, she sure is going to get it Here's the setting Fashion magazines line the walls now The walls line the bullet holes
The opening starts with a scene of a bride who has killed herself on the ballroom floor. She has long waited for this day, hiding her suicidal thoughts (bullet holes) behind her wedding plans (fashion magazines)
When I say shotgun, you say wedding Shotgun, wedding, shotgun, wedding
One would assume that this was an arranged marriage, coincidentally, a SHOTGUN MARRIAGE.
She didn't choose this role But she'll play it and make it sincere So you cry, you cry (Give me a break) But they believe it from the tears And the teeth right down to the blood at her feet Boys will be boys Hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams (Give me a break)
More light is shed upon this issue as the wedding IS revealed to be a shotgun marriage, with the bride smiling through her tears on her wedding night, about to be wedded to a man she had not wanted. (She didn't choose this role)
And when she finally kills herself, the crowd is taken by complete surprise. The point of view then shifts to the groom, who (open to interpretation) is a rash young man, blinded by ranging hormones and a young life (boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen, and wearing aubergine)
Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break
To say the least, their relationship has been a taxing, uneasy relationship, the kind that demands constant devotion and yet feels extremely taxing at the same time.
As for the chorus, it all puts the general feel down quite nicely: Have some composure And where is your posture? Oh, no, no You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger All wrong
Come on this is screaming photo op, op Come on Come on This is screaming This is screaming This is screaming photo op.
When I read these lines, I can feel the groom's hollow sense of rage, regret, and sorrow, turning into rage once again.