I've sold my sweetest charms from my arms. All told i've sold my lies For fifteen times the times i lied, Six miles six miles high, Ten feet wide and fit to tie, Fit to die, a damned good buy, A damned goodbye. This snake oil wears away. I'll twist my truth Into a cardboard you, I'll look just like you. I'm finally found a fake. All told i'm found a fake. I'll tread this lake While my arms still ache. Six miles, six miles high, Ten feet wide and fit to try.