He walks from the crowd and looks at his Rolex
Asks himself why and where he should go next
He doesn't know
He doesn't know
He walks himself home, listens to his music
He got cracks in his mirror from where he's abused it
He doesn't know
He doesn't know
And if you wanna get all the things that you need
You gotta close your mind, you gotta let it bleed
That's the way, boy
That's the way
[Chorus]
What a shame
Such a waste
Of a bright-smiled face
And if not so you need a silver spoon
No need to shoot for space when you're born on the moon
Are you pleased?
Are you pleased?
A mirrored distortion of your perfect face
You need a silver knife to win the race
A fall with grace
A fall with grace
[Chorus]
What a shame
Such a waste
Of a bright-smiled face
He walks from the crowd and looks at his Rolex
Asks himself why and where he should go next
He doesn't know
He doesn't know
He walks from the crowd and looks at his Rolex
Asks himself why and where he should go next
He doesn't know
He doesn't know