(Gentle
acoustic
guitar
picking,
rhythmic
and
steady)
Yeah,
keep
it
moving.
Listen
to
the
strings
breathe.
You
talk
real
slick
But
your
steps
are
rented
Every
time
you
brag
Your
whole
front
gets
dented
Cheap
suit,
same
grin
Same
old
script
again
You
sell
that
mask,
yeah
I
see
where
it
ends
You
walk
in
the
room
like
you
own
the
floor
But
you’
re
knocking
on
a
locked
and
bolted
door
Everything
you
say
is
just
a
rehearsed
line
Trying
to
make
the
dullest
moment
look
like
a
sign
You
want
the
shine
But
you
won't
earn
it
You
want
the
room
But
you
can't
burn
it
Hands
too
clean
For
the
dirt
you
chase
Big
mouth,
small
move
Same
fake
face
Fuck
boy,
talk
less (
yeah,
talk
less)
Run
outta
cash
fast (
run
outta
cash
fast)
Male
prostitute (
cheap
little
move)
Selling
that
smile
But
you
ain't
got
proof
Fuck
boy,
talk
less (
yeah,
talk
less)
Front
so
weak,
it
cracks
I’
ve
seen
the
type
before
Always
looking
for
a
score
Chasing
shadows
in
the
light
Trying
to
make
it
look
so
bright
But
your
pocket’
s
got
a
hole
And
there’
s
nothing
for
your
soul
Just
a
shimmer
and
a
glaze
Lost
inside
a
shallow
maze
You
think
you’
re
playing
the
game
so
smart
But
you
haven’
t
even
learned
how
to
start
Everything’
s
borrowed,
nothing
is
true
Tell
me,
who
are
you
playing
to?
Fuck
boy,
talk
less (
yeah,
talk
less)
Run
outta
cash
fast (
run
outta
cash
fast)
Male
prostitute (
cheap
little
move)
Selling
that
smile
But
you
ain't
got
proof
Fuck
boy,
talk
less (
yeah,
talk
less)
Front
so
weak,
it
cracks
It’
s
funny
how
the
silence
grows
When
everybody
finally
knows
That
the
king
is
wearing
nothing
new
Just
a
coat
of
paint,
a
different
hue
Keep
it
simple,
keep
it
light
Won’
t
be
losing
sleep
tonight
So
keep
the
talk
and
keep
the
suit
Enjoy
the
hollow,
enjoy
the
mute
I’
ll
be
here
with
the
honest
sound
Keeping
my
feet
on
the
solid
ground
No
need
to
boast,
no
need
to
lie
Watching
the
fake
ones
pass
me
by
You’
re
just
a
chapter
I’
ve
already
read
With
all
the
static
spinning
in
your
head
Fuck
boy,
talk
less (
yeah,
talk
less)
Run
outta
cash
fast (
run
outta
cash
fast)
Male
prostitute (
cheap
little
move)
Selling
that
smile
But
you
ain't
got
proof
Fuck
boy,
talk
less (
yeah,
talk
less)
Front
so
weak,
it
cracks
Yeah,
just
keep
it
simple.
Talk
less,
breathe
more.
It’
s
all
just
strings
in
the
wind. (
Fades
out
with
steady,
rhythmic
strumming)