And it's as solid as a rock, rolling down a hill,
The fact is that it probably will
Hit something on the hazardous terrain..
And we're just following the flock, round and in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens, like they were,
And we scrambled from the blame.
And it's the fame that puts words in her mouth,
She couldn't help but spit them out,
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds.
The fact is that it probably will
Hit something on the hazardous terrain..
And we're just following the flock, round and in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens, like they were,
And we scrambled from the blame.
And it's the fame that puts words in her mouth,
She couldn't help but spit them out,
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds.
-the last shadow puppets-
