Texty: Ian Brown. Corpses In Their Mouths.

You tell lies
When the truth will do
You are the social chameleon
What on earth we gonna do with you
Slip your neck into a rope
Show me a smile
You'd run a mile
Then you're free
So where's the goal
Where's the style
You want the dough Got dead sea scrolls for you
And your woman too

She's got corpses in her mouth
Still she's holding hands with you
It's cut like crystal chandeliers
I'll shine like diamonds in her ears

She smokes crack
It's off the beaten track
You are the social chameleon
Yes you change to suit the people around you
It's like the waves that hit the shore
You cannot stand the force of law
Look man, I know it from your nature
Hit the deck, ask the creator
Got dead sea scrolls for you
And your women too

She's got corpses in her mouth
Still she's holding hands with you
It's cut like crystal chandeliers
I'll shine like diamonds in her ears

She's got corpses in her mouth
Still she's holding hands with you
It's cut like crystal chandeliers
I'll shine like diamonds in her ears

She's got corpses in her mouth