Contrary to what they told you
They rigged and sold you
They ripped and tore you
Contrary to what they taught you
They got you
They meant to pop you
Beautiful skies
Beautiful skies
Beautiful skies
And your pretty eyes
Make me cry
And you were thinking they all loved you
They were out to
Out to frame you
And contrary to what they fed you
I meant to tell you
It would k** you
Beautiful skies
Beautiful skies
Beautiful skies
And your pretty eyes
Make me cry
Contrary to what they made you
I used
To know you
And now I miss you
Beautiful skies
Beautiful skies
Beautiful skies
And your pretty eyes