Can't accept it, a comical parade Can't accept it, part of the charade
Just hangin' by a thin thread On borrowed time, think you've got it The same habits, sure you won't mind
Can't accept it, a comical parade Can't accept it, part of the charade
You think I don't know What you're thinking With my outreached hand Yeah you think You're the better man The look in your eyes What do you care Look at all us freaks Cluttering your city streets
You don't know me Nor my history What brought me here Walk right past me And avoid me Drag I'm even there
Can't accept it, it doesn't have to be Can't accept it, don't want your sympathy
Was tired Of the fast pace The direction Then I landed Right on my face Poor perception
Can't accept it, the comical charade Can't accept it, badly written play
You think I don't know What you're thinking Yeah I might look weak But I'm right where I wanna be Got my piece of the wall Got my corner I don't want bi nire I'm right where I wanna be
Can't accept this Your comical parade Can't accept this Oh the sweet charade
I know you are thinking The same thing Waking everyday Know the character you play I left mine With complete abandon Don't regret it none Left my wife Daughter and my Son
You think I don't know What you're thinking With my outreached hands Do away With this retched man The look in your eyes What do you care Look at all us freaks Cluttering Your city streetsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
