About as subtle as an earthquake, I know,
My mistakes were made for you.

And in the back room of a bad dream, she came,
And whisked me away, enthused.

And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill,
The fact is that it probably will hit something,
On the hazardous terrain.

And were just following the flock, round
And the inbetween, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the grain
And its the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldnt help, but spit em out
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds

Shes was bitten on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, shes not
And I suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, its forgot,
And its alot to ask and not to sting,
Give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind

Cos were just following the flock round
And the in-between, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the grain
And its the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldnt help, but spit em out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And its alot to ask and not to sting
Giver her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance intwined