TAKE TWO PLACEBOS AND CALL ME LAME

Canít you see my soul worn on the second sleeve Itís going up for sale as soon as it gets saved Interrogation blues, once again I lose

You donít get to magnify my insecurities You donít 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 f*ck off My oversized hat wonít fit your humongous head

Iíll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I canít be seen Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline Iím sick of being used, time and again betrayed

Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door Give him something free and heíll sell it to the poor Cíest la vie

Take two placebos then you can call me lame Walk some in my shoes then tell me that Iím fucked My humongous hat wonít fit your gigantic head BACK