[Verse 1]
The tic begins, where's the manner end?
The climate change will never get in
Silent and strong, prepossessed
You never need to make your own mess
[Verse 2]
Weasel to me, charming to some
Loathsome and glib, habits like self-love
Wearing slim fast, you carve your niche
Lean smug back and work your pitch
[Chorus 1]
And all the way I'm gone
No demon race to find
You paint it up and know
That any face could lie
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus 1]
And all the way I'm gone
No demon race to find
You paint it up and know
That any face could lie
[Chorus 2]
Affect my greatest style
What suits me best of all
I keep my pocket filled
Lean right and fall