Vent

get high and sing, i'm your whore
i will do what you want just like the girls that you pay for
don't ask why, don't look that lie in the eye
feel all logic in your mind sizzle and cry
good cop, bad cop
one way, nonstop, like nothing i've ever seen before
pissed out, show off, shut up, get tough
pull the monitor back, play like you're bored
oh, bitch upon pitch, sales and decay
so after all that, what the fuck can we say?
over the hills and over the mountains
i would have run with you
i want you to be famous, i want the world to know
i want anyone with any clout to go to all your shows
i want to see brilliant names on the liner notes next to yours
oh, every breath is a cold premonition
it's not what you say, it's how you say
god forbid you get the wrong impression
god forbid you get the wrong impression
oh, you've got money and you're smart
sure you're a million things i'm not
but your kindness is tapeloop
your kindness is tapeloop
your kindness is tapeloop
your kindness is tapeloop

so wait around all day
to do the job for which you've been paid
be it on the stage or in the street
be it on the plane or in the sea
i'll look on as it comes
empty your pockets for a knife fight in the sun
you know what you have to do
keep your eyes shut, they'll be through with you soon
no, i won't be afraid to spit in his face
fighting with all the love i can imagine
be it on the stage or in the street
be it on the stage or in the street