Get back into a normal routine when I never had a fuckin' routine in the first place

Give blood to the money machine 'cause I never had a fair fuckin' chance in the rat race

Shut off from the people I need when the Sun's got me feeling paranoid in the worst way

Fall back to the guts and the sleaze 'cause I gotta fill the role as your new favourite headcase

Give them a show, they're lookin' in the window

Just strike a pose, everything's artificial

On tippy toes, looks like we're in a pickle

It's okay, everythings fine, I'll just implode a little

It's nothing new

I've come to hate

The sour taste of permanent disregulation

'Cause all I do is make mistakes

And what I say is open to interpretation

Show you how to make something from nothing

I could help you monetise your pain and your suffering

I'll wear the crown

I'll be the face

Now coronate your new favorite headcase

Nothing quite like a bird's eye view of you at the scene of a car crash

Bite the curb and baby, I'll chew, turning heads so fast it'll give you whiplash

Keep your gaze, don't ever look away

It's the fall you crave, stick around for the backlash

Next day delivered, sealed neat with a bow, and it all comes gift wrapped

Give them a show, they're lookin' in the window

Just strike a pose, everything's artificial

On tippy toes, looks like we're in a pickle

It's okay, everythings fine, I'll just implode a little

It's nothing new

I've come to hate

The sour taste of permanent disregulation

'Cause all I do is make mistakes

And what I say is open to interpretation

Show you how to make something from nothing

I could help you monetise your pain and your suffering

I'll wear the crown

I'll be the face

Now coronate your new favorite headcase

I'll get back into a normal routine and I'll

Give blood from the scrapes on my knees

Because everyone's always looking at me

Now they're staring at me

Can you let a guy breathe?

Show you how to make something from nothing

I could help you monetise your pain and suffering

I'll wear the crown

I'll be the face

Now coronate your new favorite headcase

It's nothing new

I've come to hate

The sour taste of permanent disregulation

'Cause all I do is make mistakes

And what I say is open to interpretation

Show you how to make something from nothing

I could help you monetise your pain and your suffering

I'll wear the crown

I'll be the face

Now coronate your new favorite headcase