Faith No More
Split with Balaam and the Angel
It Goes On
Heavy duty pleasure zone
The schools are empty and they're on their own
Teenage libido they've got it made
A touch of make-up an d they make the grade
You know it is no secret
Even though you don't believe it
It goes on
Down in the basement the wild child queens
Soho monarchs to a manhood dream
Sweet Emotion
Your shirt is stained when you wear your heart on your sleeve.
So you wash it off and pretend that it was never there.
Your face in the mirror doesn't give a reflection.
So you paint one on, it's the art of imitation.
It tickles you to death, knowing you can play the game so well.
But you can't ignore, don't know who you are, so what.
Your sugar coated, guns are loaded,
Afraid of tasting yourself.
So you keep lying, never trying,
Say your somebody else
The bitterness inside your heart,
It shows through in your eyes,
And you can't win in the end.
You take your big guns, loading them with your fatal charm.
The fact is, you love me, nothing can kill me now.
I've learned the power of deceit, the power of the sweet, is so true.
Now I'm a confection to taste good is all I must do.
Your sugar coated, guns are loaded,
Afraid of tasting yourself.
So you keep lying, never trying,
Say your somebody else
Its too easy to get to where you,
Take it, dig it, every day
And you can't win in the end.
The bitterness inside your heart,
It shows through in your eyes,
And you can't win in the end.
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