The way I see it someone must've died Whether it's parallel lines, or family ties, I can hear soft eyes You told me there was nothing left to hide Then why, oh why, are both you whispering all the time? This personality crisis, could it get him a job? I told you there ain't nothing you can hide On these parallel lines, I sniff your lies out every time And at the cookout, I'll spill my guts on every floor While everyone is licking all of them crumbs right up This personality crisis, could it get him a job? We've waited so long For something to happen and we've Listened to his songs No wonder why it hasn't, have you Heard the kid's songs? No wonder why it hasn't, yeah