This tree spoke highly of deceit,
Miley Cyrus living rough out on the street,
A picture postcard cartoon sets the scene,
A super-mega-rich-man made of margarine.
The chorus girl she wept for his return,
The donkey lost his grip; he could feel the rope burn,
The trapdoor opened, hollow eyes stare at the sky,
I’m not your witness, your patsy, nor alibi.

Mmm, I can’t do this anymore.
No, I can’t do this anymore.

A mott and bailey blueprint in a hole,
She took it as gospel and hid it in her soul,
The media, like vultures, lie in wait,
I’m undecided, that’s why I hesitate.
Rich man, poor man, gentleman don’t get lost,
The cages lock and I can’t count the cost.
Delirious, she dances and sings with glee,
And skips away because I’ve set her free.

Cos I can’t do this anymore.
No, I can’t do this anymore.

And I can’t play this game,
You challenge all the same,
You’re lodged inside my brain,
You’re driving me insane,
Yeah you’re the one to blame.

I’d like to wish you all the best,
I hope you got things off your chest,
Something smashed against the wall,
Miley Cyrus on her wrecking ball.
And please don’t use too many verbs,
You’re cooking with too many herbs,
This broth is hot, this stew is cold,
The super-mega-rich-man is growing old.

And I can’t do this anymore.
No, I can’t do this anymore.

And I can’t play this game,
You challenge all the same,
You’re lodged inside my brain,
You’re driving me insane,
Yeah you’re the one to blame.

And no, your name’s not Caroline,
I’ve never seen you looking fine,
But remember: trees are no Einstein,
Trees are no Einstein.

There’s no milk, there’s no juice,
Someone’s cut the monkey loose,
I told the truth, I never lied,
The ordinary man has died,
And please don’t think I was being rude,
If I never showed my gratitude,
Those moments meant so much to me,
But I can’t cope with this intensity.

And I can’t do this anymore.
No, I can’t do this anymore.

And I can’t play this game,
You challenge all the same,
You’re lodged inside my brain,
You’re driving me insane,
Yeah you’re the one to blame.

I guess you’re not called Caroline,
I’ve never seen you looking fine,
But remember: trees are no Einstein,
Trees are no Einstein.

And I can’t say ‘so long,’
Yet I just can’t carry on,
I used to toe the line,
Pretend everything was fine,
Those days, my friend, are gone.
Those days, my friend, are gone.

And no, your name’s not Caroline,
I’ve never seen you looking fine,
But remember: trees are no Einstein,
Trees are no Einstein.

I guess you’re not called Caroline,
I’ve never seen you looking fine,
But remember: trees are no Einstein,
Trees are no Einstein.


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