VERSE
You tell lies when the truth will do
You are the social chameleon
What on earth we gonna do with you?
Slip your neck into a rope,
Show me a smile
You'd run a mile
Then you are free,
So where's the goal?
Where's the style?
You want the dough
Got dead sea scrolls
For you and your women too
CHORUS
She's got corpses in her mouth
Still she's holding hands with you
It's cut like crystal chandeliers
I'll shine like diamonds in her ears
AY