Hide the keys inside of the book   Bleed, but not in the leather boots   Start the night with quoted lies   Stash the pieces at lover's aisle      I can't keep sleeping in your mat    You can't begin to keep your tired eye       Melt down the knives   You'll make it out alright   None are made out of moss   Just a cent towards the light      You got to make it yourself   Don't just hang unto someone else   If you can't keep through   Tack with someone new      Don't waste a cent and don't talk with sassy ears   Don't waste a cent and don't talk with sassy ears      (There is some more for you)   (Sassy, sassy, sassy, sassy)      Melt down the knives   You'll make it out alright   None are made out of moss   A cent towards the light      I see the sun rising and lovely   Talking llamas that will murmur an onion   They record your weakly contour and    They produce a mount of things to admire       Melt down the knives   You'll make it out alright   None are made out of moss   A cent towards the light