About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
my mistakes were made for you
& in the back room of a bad dream she came
& whisked me away, enthused
& it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill
the fact is that it prob'ly will hit something
on the hazardous terrain
& we're just following the flock 'round and in between
before we're smashed to smithereens like they were
and we scramble from the blame
& it's the fame that put words in her mouth
she couldn't help but spit 'em out
innocence & arrogance entwined in the filthiest of minds
She was bitten on her birthday and now
a face in the crowd she's not
& I suspect that now forever the shape
she came to escape is forgot
& it's a lot to ask her not to sting
& give her less than ev'rything
around your crooked conscience she will wind
Cos we're just following the flock 'round & in between
before we're smashed to smithereens like they were
& we scramble from the blame
& it's the fame that put words in her mouth
she couldn't help but spit 'em out
around your crooked conscience she will wind
& it's a lot to ask her not to sting
& give her less than everything
innocence & arrogance entwined.