I'll be the shape of your sadness I'm your elite companion tonight I'll do the things that you dare not I'll grab your smiles, and I'll pull them inside Well, it's a long hard climb Just to taste your life Oh, I cannot deal with my flavours Screwball, the sour taste It's a race to the bar room doors And I know what it takes No one escapes Up on a stage, and I'm weightless I wanna hide away, yet I need life Drop all the nice stuff, and pull me up There's flesh in a mirror long as this good mouth stays pretty And it's a long hard climb Just to taste your life Oh, I cannot deal with my flavours Screwball, the sour taste It's a race to the bar room doors And I know what it takes No one escapes Yeah, so I'll behave Yeah, so I'll behave Yeah, so I'll behave Yeah, so I'll behave