Confession sounds like braggish eyes give away a prize I can feel the rising tide Self loathing that underlies All your sympathetic smiles And all your shallow lies Its too late to disguise or hide And you make a virtue of your vices Don't give me that knowing look I'm not your friend Do you understand You must be so proud of the stallings of your conscience sometimes Despair in your eyes Try to tell me you're a good man That you remember as a child How everybody used to love you I do believe you But what can I do You, who brags about your vices Don't give me that knowing look Im not your friend Do you understand And you make a virtue of your vices Don't give me that knowing look I'm not your friend Do you understand And you make a virtue of your vices Don't give me that knowing look I'm not your friend Do you understand