| Uptown, so similar, but not so similar |
| In her heart, how she ticks, in her men’s/women's clothes |
| It’s all so similar |
| All the locks, all the cheats, all the spoiled children know |
| I hear it’s terminal, I fear it’s terminal |
| In my head, in my chest, in my gut, on my feet |
| I fear it’s terminal |
| In my head, in my chest, in the gun at my feet |
| It’s why we’re safer alone |
| It’s how we’re braver at home |
| We’re all just paperbacks |
| Something dimly lights the way |
| Violent faith in better days |
| Hallelujah |
| Everybody knows that I am great |
| He talks subliminal, a textbook criminal |
| In his eyes, in his hair, in his men’s/women's clothes |
| Sometimes invisible |
| He’s a friend, he’s a thief, he’s a star, he’s a ghost |
| It’s why we’re safer alone |
| It’s how we’re braver at home |
| We’re all just paperbacks |
| Something dimly lights the way |
| Violent faith in better days |
| Hallelujah |
| Everybody knows that I am great |
| Something dimly lights the way |
| Violent faith in better days |
| Hallelujah |
| Something dimly lights the way |
| Armor plated hell to pay |
| I’m inhuman |
| Everybody knows that I’m something great |
| Something dimly lights the way |
| Armor plated hell to pay |
| I’m inhuman |