Tell me who sent you here, what agency

Who's paying for this time you're wasting?

Who signs when you submit receipts?

What do they have on you to bribe you?

What's the threat they held above that very pleasing face?

What do they want from me?

As for that shed of tools we spoke about

I doubt that I'm the sharpest one

But manuals I come with clearly read "I cut"

So you're not fooling anybody

We all know that you couldn't be here out of love

You must really think that I am dumb

Well, I know a thing or two about a thing or two

And one of them's the fact that men like me don't ever get no second chance

Not for the kind of man who showed up at death's door

And ding, dong, dashed so much he wore a hole out on the welcome mat

Oh you're good

The way you just smiled at me, pro move

A lesser man would fall for that

Just drift into the thrill of you

Why don't you just admit the truth

That you've been trained to withstand pain

And that's the only way my crazy is not killing you



Look at me

I'm on to you

No more lies

I'm on to you

Then again, you might be out of your goddamn mind



I wouldn't wanna be part of any club that would have me You must be out of your goddamn mind



Tell me your real name, who's your leader

What agenda got you slumming it down here

Who's handing out the dough?

Tell me the point of adopting a crocodile

When you know that he's going to be flushed to the sewers down low

Slithering, writhing, wiggling

Living where the moon don't glow

Why would you book a ticket with a living Costa Concordia?

Why would you travel on a vessel that might not float?

For all the times that I drowned out hope

I don't really see the logic of me getting this spot on the lifeboat

Got to be a better candidate for that sheer dumb luck, no comprendo



I wouldn't wanna be part of any club that would have me