it makes you feel so small
has given up and doesn't care
You can't tell if you're lying,
your words are still so inviting
There's less of you that meets the eye
Your role's without trace, that's why
The conscience that you lack
Has given up and doesn't care
We can't tell if you're lying
Your words are still so inviting
I've got a box of flashdraws
I can't stuff back in his bag
I've lost the dry cleaning ticket
for the entrance re -rags
You're a paper tiger, you're in the cycle
it makes you feel so small
has given up and doesn't care
You can't tell if you're lying,
your words are just so inviting
has given up and doesn't care
You can't tell if you're lying,
your words are just so inviting