Crash and Burn

She takes another sip of coffee
and lights up a cigarette;
she folds her napkin beside her plate
and asks the waiter for the check.
The sailboats in the bay below
swarm like a mob of sharks
around the bloody stain on the water
where the sun sinks in the dark.

You say you'll listen cause money talks.
She says "Yeah, but it usually lies."
"Well this little talk's gonna be on the clock —
let's see what your money buys."
As she tells her story, you take inventory —
Cartier gold and black leather —
From her looks you can tell that she's married real well
but she plans to divorce even better.

Chorus:
ah ah ah ah ah ah
you are a man with a plan—
it won't be the first time a blueblooded woman
grooved on a red-blooded man—
Live and learn [ah ah ah ah ah]—
or crash and burn [ah ah ah ah ah]
crash and burn

Six hundred dollar advance for some tape
of this rich dude cheating his wife
but even before you took a shim to that door
you'd made the mistake of your life.
She wanted some tasty video
of the old lech naked in bed
but neglected to mention he'd be there alone
with a half-inch hole in his head.

Chorus:
When the red lights appear in your rear view mirror
you figure out you been burned
and a final mistake when you can't find your brakes
taking that canyonside turn
Live and learn —
then crash and burn
crash and burn
crash and burn

"He died in a wreck resisting arrest,"
the fat cop's telling the daughter,
who prompts him to hold her and cries on his shoulder
and asks who would want to hurt father?—
a crippled old widower dusted in bed
by some snuff video pervert punk—
with jewelry, some cash, and the murder weapon
under the spare in the trunk

Chorus:
ah ah ah ah ah ah
you were the man with the plan
well this ain't the first time a cold-blooded woman's
made a fool of a hot-blooded man
Live and learn—
then crash and burn
crash and burn

crash and burn
burn burn
crash and burn
burn burn
crash and burn
burn burn