Things are not so horrible
Now you're not my oracle
Something died for all time
When I saw you conspiring
To never lift a finger
Once you were my manager
Then you were my passenger
Different highs, different lies
'Til no soul would reshape you
Again
But your hold came in at a loss
And the ecstasy has worn off
Something died for all time
When I saw you conspiring
To never lift a finger
Instrumental
Something died for all time
When I saw you conspiring
To never lift a finger
