The sun flies through the sky Leaves darkness in its wake And now I hear the hell hounds
I don't want you to relate This ain't up for discussion It's not a topic for debate
Entrepreneurs that want to And slap a label on the glass So hard that it will break
And if you break it, you buy it And we sold it by the case It's okay if you just try it You can hold it to your face
How far removed can you get
If not, can you tie a slipknot? Can you stand high up on this brick block? Listen to the clock, tick tock and switch gears It's been 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 years
Are they all dancing now? Are you joining the party? Just by destroying your body?
It's a part of your psyche I don't need you as a tour guide And I don't want you to like me
That's it, just least likely So pardon me if I seem feisty Bite my tongue like a bullet Take a pull from the peace pipe Push past the low expectations of me each night
I moonwalk across the floor Until I hear the Sex Kittens
There's something outside
And then no one else cares It's been 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 years
Now, I sell pennies to the well-wishers I fish through the coin slots I fall through a girls bait
I demonstrate a demon's trade With a face void of thoughts If that don't launch a thousand ships Then that's the Helen of Troy's loss
There's nothing in this horse Its entry will not be forced Like an eye socket stripped clean of tears It's been 13, 14, 15, 16 years