If you could say something
That fascinated me
The air in your small world
Might clear to breathe
Lamens terms
King of fools
Illiterate
You'd rather be in this back seat
Playing to the gallery
And they remember all their lines
They all remember the dirt
I'm through humoring you
I am learning to hate you
It's true
I'm through humoring you
I've been drinking and sleeping
My enemies holiday ends
Identified
We speak untruths
Because there's strength
In numbers
Forced to relate
In a wordl depraved
Identify along
We speak in tongues
Give me lamens terms
The air in this small world
Might clear but they won't remember you
They will remember the dirt, the joke
I'm through humoring you
I am learning to hate you
It's true
I'm through humoring you
I've been living and dying
My enemies' holiday ends
Lamens terms
King of fools
Walk with you
Walk with you
Writer(s): Joey Cape
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