I try not to pay much attention
To what other people all say
Whenever you get what you want
With a trick you just give it away
All that you see is a number
Nearer or farther from to one
The longer I take to compare them
The more that I feel like I'm dumb
As the gleam in the eye of a blindfolded child
Who gets paid by the inch while she looks like five miles
That I'd walk through with no shoes
Across property lines til the end of time
Do I look like I do what I'm supposed to do
I'm the ghost of a dude in business suit
On a hook in the dark at the end of a line
That I broke from a ghoul in a high priced room
With a baseball bat and a mop and a broom
In a boat on a lake in the light of the moon
I try not to pay much attention
To what other people all say
Whenever you get what you want
With a trick you just give it away
Whenever you get what you want
With a trick you just give it away