Album: From a Basement on the Hill
You get what you see
I saw a rich fuck giving charity
saw an evil empror wearing my clothes
the fall from the best
but they might suit you better than the rest
just looking in the mirror
will make you a brave man
I know my place
hate my face
I know how begin and how I'll end
strung out again
you were pullin in aroused???
flying over a city of canals
you were voting with your party
and on floating face down
you get what you see
some things they just changing misrebaly
I don't know where I'm going
I don't really want to know
I know my place
Hate my face
I know how I begin and how I'll end
strung out again
standing, smiling, on some fantasy island
waiting for the moon to pull again, but the tides coming in
and I'm strung out again
strung out again