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 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
