Liars wear someone else's heart on their sleeve,

not that it really makes a difference to me.

Maybe they think they can escape their names...

but changing their masks won't change how I percieve

and if I'm not fooled then this city ain't gonna be

taken in by fancy trench coats and mind games.

Dreams litter dirty streets like shards of broken glass.

Life isn't a fact and nothing is real but blank stares,

hustlers and rail-thin streetwalkers runnin' from their pasts.

They used to say that Eden was waiting just 'round

the corner, and that in a couplea years the sun

would shine again. Like I told ya before, broken dreams everywhere

ya go, cracking under your feet like teeth on a curb somewhere.

This ain't the home you wanted; I'm sendin' ya back home, hun.

Stay with your mom, brush your teeth... I love you, no need to frown.