You begin to wear me out, I feel like crossbones to you skull Your stupidity blinds me, your so-called brilliance is so dull You're living life by proxy as your mind contracts Too 2dimensional for backgrounds, too scared to see the life of facts
You callect emotions like the stamps of your youth Then pass out in the gutter with your gin & Vermouth You lie with the windfalls although you're unripe Saying: 'Idon't care about the green ' You know you ain't got the guts, 'maaan' But you pretend to have the spleen While playing memory with your feelings & hide-and-seek with your thoughts Accusing others of sell-out, saying you can't be bought While i nreality, you ain't got nothing to sell Your Chines fawcet's open, but there's nothing in the well You're a tabula rasa, you're an empty page [x2] You get through life like you get through a book Been there, done that, Mr Jones? The last chapter has ended, still you're as blank a page A page as white as your bones [repeat chorus]
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