Perfect Disguise (BBC Radio Session)
She's got the chemical eyes and you're looking OK
From the bottom of the best and the worst, well, what can I say?
Well, you cocked your head to shoot me down
And I don't give a damn about you or this town no more
Now that I know the score
Well, good luck believing every word they said
I hope you have enough space in your head
I don't, no, but I know the score
Need me to fall down so you can climb up some fool-ass ladder?
Well, good luck, I hope
I hope that something better is up there
Because you cocked your head to shoot me down
And I don't give a shit about you or this town no more
No, I know the score
She's got the chemical eyes and you're looking OK
From the bottom of the best and the worst, well, what can I say?