But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl
Got a two-way vanity mirror, I'm an Amnity villain
With a peeping tom complex
You're just a soul collector
You keep putting 'em in a trash bag
Push 'em in a shopping cart
Go and act sad
When there's none left to collect
So you go on and make more
But wait, why'd you lose them to the state for?
The next time you see me
It'll be through plexi glass
There ain't no bail outs in this jail house
Ain't no more petty cash
Easy come, easy go
A penny saved, a penny earned
And I've learned life is clich
One of these days you get what you deserve
Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But the song about a girl, ain't really about a girl
Got a 2-way vanity mirror
Firing a blind eye I turn from an 800-pound gorilla
In the midst of misdirected anger
False blood can run thinner than icy water
Watch the fangbanger
flirt with the Deathstar
I cried by your bedside
Decided right then and there to pretend you were alive
Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my privacy
Have the decency to say bye, after taking the pride
Domestic piracy
You ran out of family plunder
And launch pads to crash,
so when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash
We're looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours
There's nothing we can buy back, cause everything was paid for
I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case
I watched as the cause dropped, puppy dog sad face
Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin
Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin,
Selling bullshit shells to yourself, the layers coming off
Economic failed, professional victim of sale cutting costs
Charity case, don't ask me to donate
You axe murdered your soul mate
My backs hurting from an ax burden
Pull your own weight
A punching bag for hire, every minute there's a sucker bet,
So what's the over and under you'll rise up from the debt.
With the complexion of a ghost
The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like nobody knows
If you think you're slick enough to turn a trick and spin the story just cause Jesus is your fair-weather pimp
and you caught me praying with my fingers crossed
So I shuffled up the deck, is this the card that you picked?
Well if not, how about this?
Missionary ain't a job, it's a position, so assume it's
a victimless crime watch dog has an owner that's abusive
Now isn't that ironic? With one hand in my pocket
And the other choking out the street corner prophet
Uncrossed my fingers and said look at me when I'm talking dear
I ain't mad at you, and that's the only miracle here
I ain't mad at you
I'm surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls
But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl
Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl Got a two-way vanity mirror, I'm an Amnity villain With a peeping tom complex You're just a soul collector You keep putting 'em in a trash bag Push 'em in a shopping cart Go and act sad When there's none left to collect So you go on and make more But wait, why'd you lose them to the state for? The next time you see me It'll be through plexi glass There ain't no bail outs in this jail house Ain't no more petty cash Easy come, easy go A penny saved, a penny earned And I've learned life is clich One of these days you get what you deserve Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls But the song about a girl, ain't really about a girl Got a 2-way vanity mirror Firing a blind eye I turn from an 800-pound gorilla In the midst of misdirected anger False blood can run thinner than icy water Watch the fangbanger flirt with the Deathstar I cried by your bedside Decided right then and there to pretend you were alive Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my privacy Have the decency to say bye, after taking the pride Domestic piracy You ran out of family plunder And launch pads to crash, so when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash We're looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours There's nothing we can buy back, cause everything was paid for I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case I watched as the cause dropped, puppy dog sad face Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin, Selling bullshit shells to yourself, the layers coming off Economic failed, professional victim of sale cutting costs Charity case, don't ask me to donate You axe murdered your soul mate My backs hurting from an ax burden Pull your own weight A punching bag for hire, every minute there's a sucker bet, So what's the over and under you'll rise up from the debt. With the complexion of a ghost The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like nobody knows If you think you're slick enough to turn a trick and spin the story just cause Jesus is your fair-weather pimp and you caught me praying with my fingers crossed So I shuffled up the deck, is this the card that you picked? Well if not, how about this? Missionary ain't a job, it's a position, so assume it's a victimless crime watch dog has an owner that's abusive Now isn't that ironic? With one hand in my pocket And the other choking out the street corner prophet Uncrossed my fingers and said look at me when I'm talking dear I ain't mad at you, and that's the only miracle here I ain't mad at you I'm surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl Explain Request ×
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