Rumplestitchkin - So-Called lyrics

Make a pile Your sun sets laughing Odds on success I'm a p**nographic lighthouse, stuffed with your mess Could I make her holler, trash her high hopes I guess I'm a so called cla**ic coward. Lovely she said I'm a small man pushing you... Throw it down the drain pipe Lost in anger she said Building up the pieces Trash her high hopes I guess Like a big distortion whamming inside my head I'm a so called cla**ic coward. Lovely she said I'm a small man pushing you...