Pseumoustophye
hey man you're killin' me
i got some mouths to feed
you're knockin' on my door
my vote could count for more
i know it's not always clear
stand up there's no barrel to your ear
they will talk the talk
like a barstool prophet
shake the hands in town
kiss the baby now buy us a round
hard to find your way
in a t.v. masquerade
how can we see what we believe in being
just like the other ones
we're just like the other ones
hey man i like your style
pinstripes and chamomile
ten billion dollar smile
tears like a crocodile
always sure to draw a crowd
skip the show
just take the trophy now
we all know they're all the same
sit down close your eyes
and check a name