Back from the sandstorms Back to looking at myself in the mirror I’ve seen the photographs Those clothes don’t fit me right these clothes don’t fit these clothes don’t fit
Don’t go to San Francisco You won’t find yourself there Cause you’re already everywhere In every bathroom you wake up in
Wash the glitter off your face Hands in the sink pray for God’s grace
I don’t need no burning man I got my hotel room I don’t need no desert sand I’m going back home soon I don’t need no hot romance To last a day or two I don’t need no loving hands Cause now I know, now I know, now I know the truth
If ugly is a word Then there are ugly people in the world And if there’s ugly people in the world I am one of them, I am defined
But I’m ok with the mirror I’m ok with the brutal facts There’s other things to talk about We can talk about something else now
Irony is all that I have Sincerity is all that I have
I had to fear, I had to hate There was nothing else to it Being ok with it Would kill me
Hmm hmm hmm, it’s not your business Please excuse me for a minute
I don’t need no burning man I got my hotel room I don’t need no rock and roll band To help me play the blues I just need a government To name me and give me food I don’t need no loving hands Cause now I know, now I know, now I know the truth
With water in my ears I couldn’t believe Everyone could act so normal with water in their ears When I had water in my ears I could hear my own voice echoing inside my head
No one can know my dreams Let’s keep this between you and me
I don’t mean much without you You’re the other person in the room This is your side, this is my side By invisible shatterproof glass I wanna take a picture of you and then burn it I wanna take a photo of you and burn it
I want a face like thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
