You’ve got the perfect disguise and you’re looking okay
From the bottom of the best of the worst, well, what can I say
Because you cocked your head to shoot me down, down
And I don’t give a damn about you or this town no more
No, because I know the score
Need me to fall down, so you can climb up
Some fool-ass ladder, well, good luck
I hope, I hope there’s something better up there
Because you cocked your head to shoot me down, down
And I don’t give a damn about you or this town no more
No, because I know the score
Well, good luck believing every word that’s said
I hope you have enough space in your head
I don’t know, broke my back