From the recording Glory Junkies
Written by Danielle Miraglia
Danielle Miraglia - Guitar and Vocals
Tom Bianchi - Bass
Eddie Scheer - Drums
Guitar - Bob Enik
Saxophone - Paul Ahlstrand
Trumpet - Scott Aruda
Lyrics
It’s an honor not to be nominated
I’m charmed not to be noticed at all
It’s a pleasure not to meet your aquaintance
It’s a blessing to never have to fall
I RSVP No to my own invite
Thank you goodnight in advance
A wrecking ball heads straight for the spotlight
Sorry honey, I got other plans
Warning Fair Warning
this message will self destruct
if it’s ever made its way through my hands
Warning, fair warning
Give me a boat I’ll blow it up
Before it can get anywhere near land
I think I just may need a new set of skin
Cause the stuff I’m in is way too thin
Every smile I see looks like a sarcastic grin
Hey Buddy, What’s that sposed’ to mean
Warning Fair Warning
this message will self destruct
if it’s ever made its way through my hands
Warning, fair warning
Give me a boat I’ll blow it up
Before it can get anywhere near land
You want it more
You want it more
I mean I want it a little
But you want it more
I’m diggin’ this hole that I’m diggin’
It’s lookin’ pretty cozy down there
Another drop of dirt with every bad decision
Being buried alive ain’t my worst fear
Warning Fair Warning
this message will self destruct
if it’s ever made its way through my hands
Warning, fair warning
Give me a boat I’ll blow it up
Before it can get anywhere near land