the cut great mindwalking through the dirty streets
of paris in the hot august heat
sun melts in the fake
smile away
just looking for a place to stay

the actress gave up all her old dreams
and traded up, now she is a queen
royal families dont have time
for that shit
your crystall ball you keep it hid

the tractor trailer driver radios
help me someone i´m out here all alone
truck drives from the black night away
praying for the light of day

the kid in the mall works a hot dog on a stick
his head is a funny shape his heart is a brick
taking your order he willlook away
he doesn´t have a thing to say

but me i´m feeling pretty good as of now
i´m not so sure when i got here and how
sun melt in the fake
smile away
i think you know i´ll be ok