Squaw, seven-five
Zero zero mane
World in a barrel dripping some blood

Three dead riders
Grippin' the reigns of saturn
In da last plastic cup

Couldn't make me into a hero
Couldn't turn me into a coward
Whatever history that you wrote
Blew away in the wind
On your way down from your
Ivory tower
Your words lost their power
You can aim down fire
We'll be down here living how we want

Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver

You always see right through me
When I am lost and out of place
You always watch me stumble down
While you wait for me to drown

Of all the ways I've given in
I can't believe it's not enough
To satisfy my endless search for any form of love

So I will stay my course until you break my wrists
Do anything you can to keep me silent
You wanna start a war
With all that I stand for

You always see right through my
My masquerade
I know there's nowhere to hide
I'm cellophane

I feel like I'm gonna stay
I feel like I'm gonna change
I feel like I'm gonna stay

Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver

You always see right through me
When I am lost and out of place
You always watch me stumble down
While you wait for me to drown

You always see right through my
My masquerade
I know there's nowhere to hide
I'm cellophane

All of the handsome fiction
Will melt away
And when the flame burns brighter
Evaporate

You always see right through my
My masquerade
I know there's nowhere to hide
I'm cellophane

All of the fabrications
Will melt away
And when the flame burns hotter
Evaporate

Oh, you should have listened to your friends
(Step back, let go, step back, let go)
You would have been over this by now
(I believe there's meaning, no I believe there's nothing)
(I believe there's meaning, no I believe there's nothing)
Over this by now
(Step back, let go, step back, let go)
I'm found
(Who drains the blood from my head? I do do)
(Who accepts me as I am? I do I do)

What excuses do you make?
(Repeat repeat, repeat repeat)
We own the night
(Repeat repeat, our history)
For one good note

Well don't it feel good?
You get what you paid for
Well don't it feel good?
You get what you paid for