Count On Me, Count On You

I turn you into pornography

You tune me in to the darker side of me

Patents tied like tongues that I've been caught in the lie

Simple truth of the matter is that truth just died

We walk the strands of the web we weave

The tangled mess of this thing we have conceived

But all become strangled, they turn lifeless and cold

In their eyes they realize that they've been bought and sold

One, two, what to do?

I can't get rid of you

Three, four, what's it for?

Don't need to hear about the- Five, six, seven

Or eight reasons why you can't get straight

Don't count on me, nobody's counting on you

Count on me

Count on you

Count on me

We make excuses, we make amends

We make the plans to achieve our bitter ends

Junk shot in an alley flows like sweet cane and wine

Till the money runs out, we run on borrowed time

I see a shell of a friend I knew

You see reflections of the hell that I put you through

All wells of poison through these faults of our own

Still we try to squeeze the water from the barren soil

One, two, what to do?

I can't get rid of you

Three, four, what's it for?

Don't need to hear about the- Five, six, seven

Or eight reasons why you can't get straight

Don't count on me, nobody's counting on you

One, two, what to do?

I can't get rid of you

Three, four, what's it for?

Don't need to hear about the- Five, six, seven

Or eight reasons why you can't get straight

One, two, what to do?

I can't get rid of you

Three, four, what's it for?

Don't need to hear about the- Five, six, seven

Or eight reasons why you can't get straight

Don't count on me, nobody's counting on you