are we the best of the worst or the worst of the best
either way we're average goats like the rest telling myself
that i'm something i'm not certainly the somebody
i'd planned facing the world with someone else's face
it's not mine but i guess it'll do
facade and charade and hoping to god that it gets us by
facade and charade a wink and a nod and ignoring the lie
facade and charade and onward we plod without any thought that
while we're deceiving we start believing and ourselves
are we the last of the race or a race to the last
either way we'll soon be oil or at least some thing lasts
portraying myself as something i'm not
certainly not the me i promised you
walking this life in someone else's shoes
they're too big but i guess they will do
facade and charade and hoping to god that it gets us by
facade and charade a wink and a nod and ignoring the lie
facade and charade and onward we plod without any thought that
while we're deceiving we start believing and ourselves