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