can't you see my soul worn on the record sleeve It's goin up for sale as soon as it gets saved Interrogation blues, once again i lose You don't get to magnify my insecurities (i'll f** your mom) You don't get to site and sing my unhip-oracies (not for sale) Take two placebos then you can call me lame Walk some in my shoes then tell me to f** off My oversized hat won't fit on your humongous head (i'd trade a hundred days for one inside of you) Take me to a cave, where i can't be seen Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline I'm sick of being used, time and again betrayed Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door Give him something free and he'll resell it to the poor (c'est la vie) Take two placebos then you can call me lame Walk some in my shoes then tell me i'm f**ed My humungous hat wont fit on your gigantic head