Have you no manners
You swing from a chandelier or two
Innocent bystanders simply shuffle and leer at you
It takes one to know one
If you know what I mean
I can’t read the captions
Scrolling by at the bottom of my screen
You get what you pay for
Is it ruin or fame
That you crave and cultivate as we swoon
Are you some kind of oracle
Breathing smoke as you howl at the moon?
It takes one to know one
If you know what I mean
I can’t read the captions
Scrolling by at the bottom of my screen
You get what you pay for
Oh I don’t know what you mean
You get what you ask for
If you don’t want to see
You get what you pay for
Copyright (C) 2009 Jon Ericson

January 1st, 2009 → 10:15 am @ Jon
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