Hide the keys inside of the book
Bleed, but not in the leather boots
Start the night with quoted lies
Stash the pieces at lover's aisle I can't keep sleeping in your mat
You can't begin to keep your tired eye Melt down the knives
You'll make it out alright
None are made out of moss
Just a cent towards the light You got to make it yourself
Don't just hang unto someone else
If you can't keep through
Tack with someone new Don't waste a cent and don't talk with sa**y ears
Don't waste a cent and don't talk with sa**y ears (There is some more for you)
(Sa**y, sa**y, sa**y, sa**y) Melt down the knives
You'll make it out alright
None are made out of moss
A cent towards the light I see the sun rising and lovely
Talking llamas that will murmur an onion
They record your weakly contour and
They produce a mount of things to admire Melt down the knives
You'll make it out alright
None are made out of moss
A cent towards the light