Plastic Tramp
He looks as if he hasn't sleptHis hair is purposely unkeptAnd then he know his people weptWhen you crafted your plan
Shadows underneath the eyesAnd everywhere the bastard liesMy lack of proof is your disguiseYou won't remember me
There's nothing really I can sayBut sorry mate and walk awayI could be wrong unless you play your game
This world is full of most unkindAnd horrible is redefinedI can't imagine that you'd mind at all
You're lying again, your conscience aint your friendAnd the only thing you're sorting out is your imaginationLying again, your conscience aint your friendAnd 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 feetWon't solve our mystery
And I am baffled byHow you stand there, soaking it inAnd do you hide your identityWhere you hide your grin? Better hide your grin
Shadows underneath the eyesEverywhere the bastard liesMy lack of proof is your disguiseYou won't remember me
There's nothing really I can sayBut sorry mate and walk awayI could be wrong unless you play your game
This world is full of most unkindAnd horrible is redefinedI can't imagine that you'd mind at all
You're lying again, your conscience aint your friendAnd the only thing you're sorting out is your imaginationLying again, conscience aint your friendAnd the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination