Cant you see my soul worn on the record sleeve
Its goin up for sale as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose
You don't get to magnify my insecurities (Ill fuck your mom)
You don't get to site and sing my unhip-oracies
(not for sale)
Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off
My oversized hat wont fit on your humongous head
(Id trade a hundred days for one inside of you)
Take me to a cave, where I can't be seen
Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline
Im sick of being used, time and again betrayed
Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door
Give him something free and hell resell it to the poor
(cest la vie)
Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me Im fucked
My humungous hat wont fit on your gigantic head