Laurence Overmire - Painting An Inch Thick lyrics

The paint on my face is peeling Too long without a fresh coat to Cover up the blemish of mistaken —identity— People will see through The raw, exposed grain of flesh Much too real for Aluminum-sided strangers Weathering storms in happy hamlets Hailing golf balls bouncing off Simulated walls, chuting through Spidered spouts of infantile Disregard.