Cellophane

If they run out of oxygen

We'll be alright

Hope they choke on their tongues

And see-thru smiles

And swallow their words inside

I'm losing sleep my

Rep is under siege when

People talk about me

With their plastic faces

You hold the gun

Say my name

Til you've got a

Heart made of cellophane

Never one to believe in me

A talentless group

I'm running on voices

And gasoline fumes

So tell me it's good for me

I'm losing sleep my

Rep is under siege when

People talk about me

With their plastic faces

You hold the gun

Say my name

Til you've got a

Heart made of cellophane

You hold the gun

Play your game

Til you've got a

Heart made of cellophane