Do the laughs die when One such as I run And allow myself Time for own true needs When convincing me That you're on my team May not lie to me But not mentioning ♪ So sit back and have An hysterical Laugh at tiny holes Buy and trade men's souls ♪ X-ray mind reads plenty Worth no more than pennies ♪ You, they, it or what Have been fair, I thought May you never free You from you or me See the more I think I'm afraid to blink I don't move an inch Slowly draining me ♪ Hire a spy and bug me Pimp your friends for money Rich and growing sicker Sell the dead ones quicker