About as subtle as an earthquake, I know My mistakes were made for you And in the back room of a bad dream she came And whisked me away, enthused
And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill The fact is that it probably will hit something On the hazardous terrain
And we're just following the flock, 'Round and in between, before we're smashed to smithereens Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth She couldn't help but spit 'em out Innocence and arrogance entwined In the filthiest of minds
She was bitten on her birthday and now A face in the crowd she's not And I suspect that now forever the shape She came to escape is forgot
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting And give her less than everything Around your crooked conscience she will wind
'Cause we're just following the flock, 'Round and in between, before we're smashed to smithereens Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth She couldn't help but spit 'em out Around your crooked conscience she will wind
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting And give her less than everything Innocence and arrogance entwined.
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