Why we can't fake it you won't ever say. Both arms hangin' from the ball and chain. Tongue tied and twisted from braidin' the rope. Both arms hangin' from this faded hope.
An agony waitin' for someone to tell you to shut up. But don't stop even if there's no moon to hold you. Or any other lifeless rock. I can tell you, put all your hopes into the shoes you buy.
Well you don't want me to touch you. You just want me to shut up. You don't want me to think what I'm thinking. Or the devil in my throat to come up. And you get so nervous that everything's a joke.
Laughing stock proves that the world is made of rock. That some grow happily on, but that's hard for some. You and your friend and. All the rest of god's sweet children.
Some of them are kind and it's phony. Some of them are kind and it's okay. Generous but where's the charity. To lose or give away. . Some of them smile and it's phony.