Lyrics

[Verse 1] The tic begins, where's the manner end? The climate change will never get in Silent and strong, prepossessed You never need to make your own mess [Verse 2] Weasel to me, charming to some Loathsome and glib, habits like self-love Wearing slim fast, you carve your niche Lean smug back and work your pitch [Chorus 1] And all the way I'm gone No demon race to find You paint it up and know That any face could lie [Guitar Solo] [Chorus 1] And all the way I'm gone No demon race to find You paint it up and know That any face could lie [Chorus 2] Affect my greatest style What suits me best of all I keep my pocket filled Lean right and fall [Instrumental Outro]