Some people got it, other people don't
It's nothing you can buy, or even really own
And we go out every weekend, then say we should've stayed at home
'Cause it's hard to be productive, uninspired, and alone
So I get my warpaint, but it never really helps
It's like stepping into battle for a truth I'd never sell
So b-b-buy me baby, la la la la la la
I'ma tell you all the story about the rise and fall
Of a pharaoh in the dirt, of a king without a throne
Of a heart that's full of hurt, and a boy that's skin and bones
A boy that's skin and bones