The history books are written like

The money that we spend

But the dollar’s down and the author ain’t your friend

Have you no shame? No

What was that you did?

Oh, baby, what was that you did now? Shh

We were just a kid

Well, maybe we were just a kid

So no wonder, you couldn’t even make me sick

Hey, how are ya? I’m the projector

What I see in you, I can’t see in her

Yeah, what I see in you, I can’t see in her

The pleasure’s all yours, I’m the projector, yo

Come make a job

You come make a job out of me

You should stay on hold

Like a funeral home just waitin’

You’re waiting for work, yeah

Hey, how are ya? I’m the director

Yeah, what I take from you, I give back to her

Yeah, what I take from you, I give back to her

And the pleasure’s all yours, I’m the director

Da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da

Hmm, hmm, hmm

Da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da

Hmm, hmm, hmm

Some call it weakness when I wait for shit I can’t save

And when I have some time to kill, I work on what I can’t shame

No