I hope you looked cool on the way

 Won?t tell you what you need to hear
 Want someone to hold up the mirror
 Ninety nine bottles of fear
 Won?t tell you what you need to hear

 You over there making waves
 I?d rather be square dancing on graves

 Won?t tell you what you need to hear
 Want someone to hold up the mirror
 Ninety nine bottles of fear
 Won?t tell you what you need to hear

 My poor imagination
 I find it hard to feel for you
 For your information
 I find it hard to believe you

 Tried so hard to fall, said fuck it all
 You?re cool, you?re scared, you wonder where
 It all went wrong
 Now your thrills are gone
 Always lying down or owning up
 You need someone to hate their guts
 Your harshest, coldest world
 Safe and dear

 Does it tell you what you need to hear
 Is it someone to hold up the mirror
 Ninety nine bottles of fear
 Won?t tell you what you need to hear