Crouching on the cool white tile 

SHe's got to learn to take her medicine 

With a professional smile 

Holy vessel or a toilet bowl 

Puking hopes into a urinal 

Sun like a blowtorch 

Cuts through aluminum sky 

Just like a crippled ballerina 

In a pair of too-tight slacks 

It's on her face, expensive tastes 

But no excess of ready cash 

She's completely gone 

Oh, but you know she'll be back 

 

She's living on a question mark 

But spending exclamation points 

It's perjury right from the start 

She's only whistling in the dark 

Evidence is thin in her defense 

And as the prosecution rests 

The jury's out, the mood is tense 

They're only whistling in the dark 

 

So many ways the game could go 

Timer ticks out minutes left 

Until it's going to blow 

She may stumble, but she won't fall 

Waiting for the curtain call 

As history repeats in motion slow 

 

And though her repertoire is good 

It's just a faded valentine 

Between the hammer and the nails 

There lies unspoken compromise 

Then it strikes you 

Right between the eyes 

 

Cause when tomorrow's blown away 

Seems like tonight is here to stay 

So she just close her eyes and stumble forward 

Whistling in the dark 

Long live the queen, the queen is dead 

So take the crown off of her head 

But is that taps or reveille 

That she is whistling in the dark?