Faker

Oh you look like a faker Your hands down to your knees Your shirt your tie your flat attire My fakers only blight Trouble me now for I don't want to leave Follow me down this habits sure to make you bleed The front with space to flee Trouble me now for I don't want to lose Ahh you're sure to be shaken When you truth swallows your pride And you twist and snarl with a tigers heart In a never-ending tie Falling Ah ah ooo didn't you want me falling Down Falling ahah oh Bevelled a groove to beguile you sorry fool you Ooo your hands on the trigger And trigger cold resists As your sinews strain in a dreamlike state And you toss and turn for light Falling ah ah o didn't want me falling Down Falling ah ah o bevelled a groove to beguile you sorry fool you.