One fat, tumbling time we graced the Gold Share

Spent like dimes, saved in the hat on an old man's head



Trapped like rats, Cornered by the flood

We built a raft and we floated

Save for the tricks And the endless lies

They could be liked for their motives

They could be liked for their motives but....



I'd rather be crushed,

or crushed the life out of someone

Than be caught fitting in with

the "League of the Collapsing Grin"



Baby it's hard when you can see

That they don't even know, that they don't know



Trapped like rats, Cornered by the flood

We built a raft and we floated

Save for the tricks And the endless lies

They could be liked for their motives

They could be liked for their motives but...

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