I'm a sucker for an indecent proposition.
I want to fall for an elaborate ruse, and then I want to hoodwink the masses
because, after all, you have to fall, for the tricks that you use.
It takes one to know one, and we all know our own.
It takes one to know one, or else you wind up alone.
I got a speeding ticket in Santa Rosa county, because in a ghost town there's only the law.
Each window was a two-way mirror like the ones beneath your eyelids, there's no telling what the guys on the other side saw.
Bombed out cars, and dinner plates.
Old skate boards and roller skates
and the bric-a-brac of your mind
that you hid too well to find
and you thought you'd left behind
but then we found it.
You've got grudges, and you want to play them close to the chest
but you wear them like they're bad tattoos.
You've got bluster and vision, but I'm not all that impressed
because I don't have the hunger that you do.
We're on the losing side of a winning war,
but once you've won, you've got to run up the score
and then the sun starts closing in
and your wings don't catch the wind
and you fall in a talespin and then you're grounded.
And now I'm running for the chase, but it feels like I'm running in place.
There's a way that some things have to be, but I don't think that this is it.
It's all the world versus you and me; it's juvenile, and I'm ready to quit.
We had something on our side,
but then that something took control
and it took us for a ride,
and it slowly took its toll.
And now they're chasing us in pairs
until that pound of flesh is theirs,
and they're gonna get it, there's no way around it.