Brian Deck - Diamonds and Pearls lyrics

Surprising the world With diamonds and pearls But a song about a girl Ain't really about a girl Got a two-way vanity mirror I'm an Amity villain With a Peeping Tom complex You're just a soul collector You keep putting 'em in a trash bag You push 'em in a shopping cart Go and act sad When there's none left, to collect So you go on, and you make more But wait...what'd you lose them to the state for? The next time you see me It'll be through plexigla** There ain't no bail-outs in this jail house Ain't no more petty cash Easy come, easy go A penny saved, a penny earned And I've learned life is cliché One of these days you get what you deserve Surprising the world! With diamonds and pearls But a song about a girl Ain't really about a girl Got a 2-way vanity mirror Firing a blind eye, I turn From an 800-pound gorilla In the midst of misdirected anger False blood, it can run thinner than icy water Watch the fang-banger Flirt with the d**h-star I cried by your bedside Decided right then and there to pretend you were alive Maybe Baby lie to me Invade my privacy Have the decency to say "bye", after taking the pride Domestic piracy You ran out of fam to plunder And launch pads to crash So when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash We're looking for our lives back We wish we could have saved yours There's nothing we can buy back 'Cause everything was paid off I found you in a pawn shop You were stuck behind a gla** case I watched as the cost dropped Puppy dog, sad face Put a down payment on my meal plan Just to see your sh**-eating grin Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin Sell empty shells of yourself The layers are coming off Economic fail Professional victim on sale, cutting costs Charity case, don't ask me to donate You axe-murdered your soul mate My back's hurting from an tax burden Pull your own weight A punching bag for hire Every minute there's a s**er bet So what's the over and under you'll rise up from the debt? With the complexion of a ghost The resurrection was a hoax But 2000 years later, it's like Nobody knows When you think you're slick enough To turn a trick and spin the story Just 'cause Jesus is your fair-weather pimp And you caught me Praying with my fingers crossed So I shuffled up the deck Is this the card that you picked? Well if not, how about this? Missionary ain't a job, it's a position So a**ume it The victimless crime watch-dog has a owner That's abusive Now isn't that ironic? With one hand in my pocket And the other choking out your street corner prophet Uncrossed my fingers and said look at me when I'm talking dear I ain't mad at you And that's the only miracle here I ain't mad at you I'm surprising the world With diamonds and pearls But a song about a girl Ain't really about a girl