A round of applause is due for the mimic
Who sleeps to ignore the sounds of the city
Home shut and dressed up
Pledges to rip all seems from his body
Whilst nailing his feet, counting his money
Wide eyed and bright eyed
Fancies his skin, all torn in surrender
Begins to cover himself with him
The perfect idol
Stalking his strange inflections and movements
Finally decides to jump out the window
A child like us, sweat on his cheek, a bite on his lip
Lays
Lays
Lays
Lays
Cursing his senses
Lays
Lays
Lays
Lays
New to his name
Lays
Lays
Lays
Lays
Dead arms begging
Lays
Lays
Lays
Lays
A stranger for kindness
You can
Keep running your mouth on the pavement
But it's talent you need on this show
Keep barking your love on the pavement
But you're not enough, not for this show
Keep a crime this foul on the pavement
It's nothing new
But sobering still
The marks in chalk
The mercy kill
But sobering still
The marks in chalk
The mercy kill
Had Death, like a patron, shivered when nude