Take Two Placebos And U Can Call Me Lame

CanÂ’t you see my soul
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.
[No fucking way!]
You donÂ’t get to cite 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’d 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 resell 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...

[Just take two!]