I put on my Sunday best
A smile for the things I regret
I figure it’s best to wear it clean cut
Short hair and white socks
Took a dose to forget which way to go
To justify my bad manners
And deep pockets
Spending all my secrets on wise cracks
A middle finger behind my back

I’m surprised they haven’t caught on yet
I guess I’ve just got the right look

I’m just bored, I’ve got no other excuse
Whether it’s all meaningless or whatever Ecclesiastical, philosophical, crack pot ideal
I took another dose despite my black outs and bad dreams
I'm going to the doctor next week
I can't decide, should I tell the truth?
Or should I pretend that I'm still innocent?

I despise all of your friendly tricks
Just leave me alone to count my blessings
Paying full price for my selfishness

If you put me in a cage I’ll deal with that
Consider me a criminal for intentional hystericals
Put me in a white coat locked in a monestary
Spilling my blood for my bad deeds

I could never make up for the things I said
Or all the people I’ve mind fucked
But if the guard lets me go
Gives me the keys, I’d run for the hills and never look back

I settle down by a white fire
I get by telling white lies
I put my faith in a defective charm
And abide in it’s bad luck