What a waste of a smoke machine Took the taste of the dopamine And left me high and dry
Call the cops, call the cavalry
Spin the tops that´ll dazzle me And give me a new supply
There´s a layer below, underneath all the layers that I knew So I pay when you go but it only convinces me that you are Good for me Good for
Just a little bit of what I need To soothe an appetite that I can´t feed Isn´t it good for me
Accessorizing before the fact Alibis couldn´t stay intact As guilty as a gun
So you dig, so you move some earth Tunnel down out of Leavenworth Or set the fuse and run
Blasting deep underground, getting down to the Continental Shelf I´ll pretend I´m surprised by the lies that I´m telling to myself That you´re good for me Good for me Good for
Under cover of your rifle fire I slipped the traces and I tripped the wire Isn´t that good for me
And in the searchlight I can see Your orders kicking up to breathe
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