He looks as if he hasn't slept<br />
His hair is purposely unkept<br />
And then he know his people wept<br />
When you crafted your plan<br />
<br />
Shadows underneath the eyes<br />
And everywhere the bastard lies<br />
My lack of proof is your disguise<br />
You won't remember me<br />
<br />
There's nothing really I can say<br />
But sorry mate and walk away<br />
I could be wrong unless you play your game<br />
<br />
This world is full of most unkind<br />
And horrible is redefined<br />
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all<br />
<br />
You're lying again, you're conscience in your friend<br />
And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination<br />
Lying again, your conscience in your friend<br />
And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination<br />
<br />
Is he really on the street?<br />
Desperation or deceit?<br />
And what he's wearing on his feet<br />
Won't solve our mystery<br />
<br />
And I am baffled by<br />
How you stand there, soaking it in<br />
And do you hide your identity<br />
Where you hide your grin? Better hide your grin<br />
<br />
Shadows underneath the eyes<br />
Everywhere the bastard lies<br />
My lack of proof is your disguise<br />
You won't remember me<br />
<br />
There's nothing really I can say<br />
But sorry mate and walk away<br />
I could be wrong unless you play your game<br />
<br />
This world is full of most unkind<br />
And horrible is redefined<br />
I can't imagine that you'd mind at all<br />
<br />
You're lying again, your conscience in your friend<br />
And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination<br />
Lying again, conscience in your friend<br />
And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination