Black is the color and beauty is the game
The beasties come to get me, but I don't feel their pain
The hotel sign is flickering, it beckons from above
The master of my own domain, I sow my seeds of love
Your eyes burn like daggers through the triumph of my will
Your hands they smell like gasoline, they cause my love to spill
Fallacies
Fallacies
All your lies won't set you free
Fallacies
Fallacies
The windy wind is blowing and the bed springs creek their tune
My cup is overflowing, shooting putty at the Moon
At the crystal palace where I try to make my stand
My girls all call you Yokels, say you're gonna kill the band
Work makes three they're telling me, I 've got no place to start
Oh, how do I escape you little Fuhrer of my heart?
Fallacies
Fallacies
None for you and ten for me
All your lies won't set you free
From fallacies
Fallacies
Black is the color and beauty is the game
The beasties come to get me, but I can't feel their pain
I like my Funyuns salty, like my Jolly Ranchers grape
Can't say I really dig the way my brain you tried to rape
I hang out 'though I know I waste my everlasting soul
Cause I love your crabby panties and you pack a righteous bowl
Fallacies, fallacies, fallacies, fallacies
Fallacies, fallacies, fallacies, fallacies
Wars and conflicts
Fallacies
Clowns and convicts
Fallacies
Planets dying
Fallacies
Mulitplying
Fallacies
Popes and bankers
Spilling tankers
Excuse my manners
Here comes the hammer