I'm wearing it. 

I'm wearing it under my face. 

An expression and an admission of my disgrace. 

But I'm sure I will make it okay. 

I'll try to give you something better. 

I'm wearing it today. 

But I'm sure I will make it okay. 

I'll try to give you something better. 



You with a grin on your face. 

Me with a bag in its place. 

I've put a rope round my neck. 

I'm trying to win your respect. 



Conceal the weapons! 

Conceal the weapons! 

Death shares everything I have. 

Conceal the weapons! 

Conceal the weapons! 

But I hate the way I 

Conceal the weapons! 



Blame it on the staring match between the two of us. 

Blame it on the staring match between the two of us