Can't you see my soul worn on the second sleeve   It's going up for sale as soon as it gets saved   Interrogation blues, once again I lose      You don't get to magnify my insecurities   You don't get to site 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 won't fit your humongous head      I'll trade a hundred days for one inside of you      Take me to a cave, where I can't be seen   Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline   I'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 he'll sell it to the poor   C'est la vie      Take two placebos then you can call me lame   Walk some in my shoes then tell me that I'm fucked   My humongous hat won't fit your gigantic head