dont you want to know where i've been all this time? i've done little it seems, little but pine. while youve been flying i know you've been fine, i know ive been high.
boy i always know where you've been, i can read your mind. tall tales dug you in but you'll let it out when im laid to rest, you'll find some peace, the piece of hell you deserve.
so why the long face? why the long face? the gall to ask, you golden ass, look what you've done to me, just look what you've done, the line ends here, thats all that i can hear.