Casualty fare
The jonestown syndicate
I can hear the turning of the key,
I've been deceived by the fool inside of me,
I thought that he was righteous, but he's just so fucking vain,
Some mornings, I can't even remember my name,
Everybody's wearing a disguise,
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes,
But me, I can't cover what I am,
I'm all out of veils,
My personal saint is fighting with a ghost,
He's always off somewhere when I need him most,
All the beauty in the world is indeed locked up in cages,
Made of ribs and wrapped in skin,
I was once sitting on top of the world
I really had things in my hand
But something went wrong I'm not sure what
And now I'm sitting here at home alone
People they want to give you free advice
Well that's something that I always try
But you get what you pay for that's what I say
And now I'm paying and paying and paying
I lost everything I had
"It's just a fact"
Wiped that smile off my face
Put me down in my proper place
Down at the bottom of the food chain.
I've been deceived by the fool inside of me,
I thought that he was righteous, but he's just so fucking vain,
Some mornings, I can't even remember my name,
Everybody's wearing a disguise,
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes,
But me, I can't cover what I am,
I'm all out of veils,
My personal saint is fighting with a ghost,
He's always off somewhere when I need him most,
All the beauty in the world is indeed locked up in cages,
Made of ribs and wrapped in skin,
I was once sitting on top of the world
I really had things in my hand
But something went wrong I'm not sure what
And now I'm sitting here at home alone
People they want to give you free advice
Well that's something that I always try
But you get what you pay for that's what I say
And now I'm paying and paying and paying
I lost everything I had
"It's just a fact"
Wiped that smile off my face
Put me down in my proper place
Down at the bottom of the food chain.
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