Get Lost (Don't Lie)

Oh, you're a pretty little thing Someone must have been nice to you Oh, walking down the lane Coming back from the catholic school Hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, little fool Are you learning anything in school Maybe you might drop out Maybe travel somewhere

I will have no truck with you I will not venture from this room Or burn myself with fevered light Or wound myself with all that sight will bring I will not sing for you (The urchin rags that once you wore lie scattered on the road and more) The holy

It's all over Before I saw Before I took Too soon to see That there was nothing Left for me She sang low a lullaby Will I really fail at every single thing I try And will the moon eclipse the sun I ate the knife And the knife won There comes a time I