About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
And in the back room of a bad dream, she came
And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something
And were just following the flock, round
And the inbetween, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame
And its the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldn't help, but spit em out
Innocence and arrogance entwined
She's was bitten on her birthday, and now
And i suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, its forgot
And it's alot to ask and not to sting1
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
Cos were just following the flock round
Before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the grain
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt help, but spit em out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And it's alot to ask and not to sting