Diamonds And Pearls Lyrics - Li(f)e - Sage Francis

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 amity villain 

With a peeping Tom complex 

You're just a soul collector 

You keep putting 'em in a trash bag 

You push 'em in a shopping cart 

Go and act sad 

When there's none left to collect 

So you go on and you make more 

But wait, what you lose them to the state for? 

The next time you see me 

It'll be through plexiglass 

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 a 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 fang-banger 

Flirt with the Death-star 

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 off 

I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case 

I watched as the cost 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 are 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 back's hurting from an tax 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 aint a job, its a position, so assume it's 

a victimless crime, watch dog has an owner thats abusive 

Now isnt 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 Im talking, dear 

I aint mad at you, and thats the only miracle here" 

I aint mad at you 

Im surprising the world with diamonds and pearls 

But a song about a girl ain't really about a girl