if you could say something that fascinated me
the air in your small world might clear to breathe lamens terms
king of fools illiterate you'd rather be in this back seat
playing to the gallery and they remember all their lines
they all remember the dirt i'm through humoring you
i am learning to hate you it's true i'm through
humoring you i've been drinking and sleeping
my enemies' holiday ends
identified we speak untruths
because there's strength in numbers forced to relate
in a world depraved identify along
we speak in tongues give me lamens terms
the air in this small world might clear
but they won't remember you they will remember the dirt,
the joke i'm through
humoring you i am learning to hate you it's true
i'm through humoring
you i've been living and dying
my enemies' holiday ends