Lyrics
See that girl? Yeah, she frowns a lot
Believes that she knows what she doesn't got
Yeah, she looks in the mirror but there's no-one there
Just a mired reflection of a tired stare
And she made her way across the devil's floor
To the dim-lit fire she was looking for
With all the sold-out souls who live behind the door to hell
But you're not invincible my friend
No, you gut get excited, but that really does depend
On your clothes, and all the money that you spend
And the weight of your pockets to the people you befriend
See that bloke? Yeah he tries too hard
Invites the world to his own back yard
He's the heart and soul of his own sad scene
Like the bleak retribution of conformity
And he made his way across the devil's floor
To the dim-lit fire he was looking for
With all the soul-out souls who live behind the door to hell
But you're not invincible my friend
No, you gut get excited, but that really does depend
On your clothes, and all the money that you spend
And the weight of your pockets to the people you befriend
But don't you think that life's too short to be facsimile?
Can't hold your ground and hide up in your tree
Just keep the music coming, until you end up dead
A smile upon your face, a gun against your head
But you're not invincible my friend
No, you gut get excited, but that really does depend
On your clothes, and all the money that you spend
And the weight of your pockets to the people you befriend
Yeah, the fools that you call friends
Writer(s): Matt Brook
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