Can't you see my soul worn on the record sleeve

it is goin up for sale as soon as it gets saved

interrogation blues,once again I lose



you don't get to magnify my insecurities

(mother fuck you all!)

you don't get to site 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'll 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