Tears on Lambo Leather

There's no jugular bleeding out

From dull blades

So verbose with five-dollar words

QWERTY drooled "milk and honey" in its sleep

So we'll see

Bores pass the sniffing test with full confidence

One day I'll drip in saccharine too

Oh, they don't like you

When I add to tracks on roadkill

I am no better than the first tread

And when I'm called to be the bigger man

I couldn't be more erect

With visions of John Hurt

And his face in a home theater

I'll hang all this change off my body

Like new car smell, pines still wrapped in cellophane

I have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard

I have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard

But when you rejoice

I rejoice as well

And when you stutter

I pretend to stutter

There's no opposite hunting fence

For big game

Kill me to take my place

I wish a motherfucker would

Easy money, take the bet

See if a motherfucker could

The light was never in your eyes

No movement in your feet

Too shaky to be paralyzed

So sow what you fucking reap

I have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard

I have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard

But when you rejoice

I rejoice as well

And when you stutter

I pretend to stutter

There's no jugular bleeding out

But to talk across this landmine

You deform it like a bear trap

And if it runs in circles

I can feel myself deflecting

Your magic against mine

Coldplay lip syncs at halftime

Candy paint came from abstinence

I won't be swayed to find a loser to worship

In condescension dripped dry

No holes in one, no pass go's to paradise

Tears on my Lambo, on my Mazda, on my F-150

It's all been done before