She's pulling out the pin. That lets her hair fall down. She's pulling out the pin. She shakes her head. And it goes tumbling. Her smile was out of place. So she swept it off her face. Let me find the words and say them. Like some softly whispered "Amen". But she starts to pull away. And the lights begin to dim. Is she thinking of me?. Or is she thinking of him?. She's pulling out the pin?. She's slipping off the hook. Unbuttoning her dress. She's slipping off the hook. There's just enough to make some man a mess. She tears away the veil. With her fingernails. She came out high and kicking. While the band played "Hey Good Looking". Do you hear something ticking?. Did somebody tell her she could really be redeemed?. And could she actually be as desperate as she seems?. She's tearing at the seams. She's going to extremes. Nobody told her it was a sin. So she's pulling out the pin. She's taping up her hands just like a boxer will. And they started laughing. But if looks could kill. She'd take them down right now. She's covering her mouth. With some unholy vow. There's nothing more to say. This is her wedding day. Full of shattered glass and mayhem. Not some softly whispered "Amen". While the shock announcement dawns. And the smoke begins to thin. Where the world without ends. And the next one begins. She's pulling out the pin. She's pulling out the pin. She's pulling out the pin. She's pulling out the pin