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?