Strung Out Again

You get what you see...

I saw a rich fuck given charity.

I saw an evil emperor

Wearing my clothes.

Far from the best...

They might suit you better than the rest.

Just looking in the mirror

Will make you a brave man.

I know my place...

I hate my face...

I know how I begin, and how I'll end.

Strung out again...

Was a parliament of owls

Flying over a city of canals

Voting on the body

Floating in the downs

You get what you see.

Some things, they just change invisibly.

I don't know where I'm going,

And I don't even want to know.

I know my place...

I hate my face...

I know how I begin, and how I'll end.

Strung out again...

Standing, smiling

On some fantasy island.

Looking at my lost reflection again,

But the tide's rolling in,

And I'm strung out again.

Strung out again...