Take Two Placebos And Call Me Lame

CanÂ’t you see my soul its on the record sleeve
ItÂ’s going up for sale as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose

You donÂ’t get to magnify my insecurities
You donÂ’t get to site and save my unhip-ocracies
Not for sale

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off
My oversized hat wonÂ’t fit your humongous head

IÂ’ll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I canÂ’t be seen
Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline
IÂ’m sick of being used, time and again betrayed

Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door
Give him something free and heÂ’ll sell it to the poor
CÂ’est la vie

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me that IÂ’m fucked
My humongous hat wonÂ’t fit your gigantic head