Can't

you

see

my

soul

on

the

re-

cord

sleeve

It's

go-

in

up

for

sale

as

soon

as

it

gets

saved

In-

ter-

ro-

ga-

tion

blues,

once

a-

gain

I

lose

You

don't

get

to

mag-

ni-

fy

my

in-

se-

cu-

ri-

ties

You

don't

get

to

site

and

sing

my

un-

hip--

o-

ra-

cies

Take

two

pla-

ce-

bos

then

you

can

call

me

lame

Walk

some

in

my

shoes

then

tell

me

to

fuck

off

My

o-

ver-

sized

hat

won't

fit

on

your

hu-

mon-

gous

head

I'd

trade

a

hund-

red

days

for

one

in-

side

of

you

Take

me

to

a

cave,

where

I

can't

be

seen

So-

lace

makes

the

heart,

pump

ad-

re-

na-

line

I'm

sick

of

be-

ing

used,

time

and

a-

gain

be-

trayed

Give

a

man

a

key,

he

can-

not

not

o-

pen

the

door

Give

him

some-

thing

free

and

he'll

re-

sell

it

to

the

poor

Take

two

pla-

ce-

bos

then

you

can

call

me

lame

Walk

some

in

my

shoes

then

tell

me

that

I'm

fucked

My

hu-

mun-

gous

hat

won't

fit

on

your

gi-

gan-

tic

head