He looks as if he hasn't slept His hair is purposely unkept And then he know his people wept When you crafted your plan Shadows underneath the eyes And everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can sayBut sorry mate and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This world is full of most unkind And horrible is redefined I can't imagine that you'd mind at all You're lying again, you're conscience in your friend And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Lying again, your conscience in your friend And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Is he really on the street? Desperation or deceit? And what he's wearing on his feet Won't solve our mystery And I am baffled by How you stand there, soaking it in And do you hide your identity Where you hide your grin? Better hide your grin Shadows underneath the eyes Everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can sayBut sorry mate and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This world is full of most unkind And horrible is redefined I can't imagine that you'd mind at all You're lying again, your conscience in your friend And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Lying again, conscience in your friend And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination
He looks as if he hasn't slept His hair is purposely unkept And then he know his people wept When you crafted your plan Shadows underneath the eyes And everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can sayBut sorry mate and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This world is full of most unkind And horrible is redefined I can't imagine that you'd mind at all You're lying again, you're conscience in your friend And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Lying again, your conscience in your friend And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Is he really on the street? Desperation or deceit? And what he's wearing on his feet Won't solve our mystery And I am baffled by How you stand there, soaking it in And do you hide your identity Where you hide your grin? Better hide your grin Shadows underneath the eyes Everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can sayBut sorry mate and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This world is full of most unkind And horrible is redefined I can't imagine that you'd mind at all You're lying again, your conscience in your friend And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Lying again, conscience in your friend And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination
