VERSE You tell lies when the truth will do You are the social chameleon What on earth we gonna do with you? Slip your neck into a rope, Show me a smile You'd run a mile Then you are free, So where's the goal? Where's the style? You want the dough Got dead sea scrolls For you and your women too CHORUS She's got corpses in her mouth Still she's holding hands with you It's cut like crystal chandeliers I'll shine like diamonds in her ears PLAYED THE SAME WHOLE AY THROUGH