Can’t you see my soul
on the record sleeve?
It’s going up for sale
as soon as it gets saved.
Interrogation blues,
once again, I lose.
You don’t get to magnify my insecurities.
[No fucking way!]
You don’t get to cite and save my unhip-ocracies.
[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 won’t fit your humongous head...
[I’d 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.
I’m sick of being used,
time and again betrayed...
Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door.
Give him something free and he’ll resell it to the poor.
[C’est la vie!]
Take two placebos, then you can call me lame.
Walk some in my shoes, then tell me that I’m fucked.
My humongous hat won’t fit your gigantic head...
[Just take two!]
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