You say you 're sort of feeling sick of
Being bored of feeling small
A passerby on a crowded street
Or just a fly on someone's wall
What starts you caving to that
Merciless enslaving killer urge
That your emetics
Diet pills and diuretics cannot purge
Don't go asking me why
On every back shall the big X lie
Don't go asking me why
Can you die from too many handshakes
Can you dance with too many gods
Can a smile be too tight
Can an engine ever get too loud
Object after object
After object you crave
Lady Sawbones,
Lady Lady Sawbones behave
Don't go asking me why
On every back shall the big X lie
And let no trumpets be played
Until youve got your own motorcade
Until youve got your own motorcade
Look inside your mind
And you will find
That you 're not even attracted
To your own kind
Look inside your mind
Look inside your mind
Shine up and sharpen your horn
Youve been chomping at the bit
To bite since the day before
The day you were born
The road is tiled with skins
And he who dies
Make that he or she who dies
With the most paved road wins
You will not be sedated
Methylphenydated
Never too rich
Too thin
Or too hated
Baby doll
You won't abandon your post
Youve got to burn burn
Got to burn burn the other guys toast
Burn the other guys toast
Look inside your mind
And you will find
That you 're not even attracted
To your own kind
Look inside your mind
Look inside your mind
Look inside your mind
And you will find
That you 're not even attracted
To your own kind
Look inside your mind
Look inside your mind
(Lauren London - additional lead vocals
Thellea Leveque - backup vocals)
Copyright 2006 Zach London