Fallacies

Black is the color
And beauty is the game
The beast has come to get me
But I don't feel their pain

The hotel sign is flickering
And beckons from above
The master of my own domain
I sow the seeds of love

Your eyes burn like daggers
Through the triumph of my will
Your hands they smell like gasoline
They cause my love to spill

Fallacies, fallacies
All your lies won't set you free
Fallacies, fallacies

The windy wind is blowing and the bedsprings creak their tune
My cup is overflowing
Shooting putty at the moon

At the Crystal Palace
Where i try to make my stand
My girls all call you Yoko
Say yer gonna kill the band

"Work makes free,"
They're telling me
I've got no place to start
Oh, how do i escape you
Little fuhrer of my heart?

Fallacies, fallacies
Run for you, dead for me
All your lies won't set you free
Fallacies, fallacies

Black is the color
And beauty is the game
The beast has come to get me
But i don't feel their pain

I like my Funyuns salty
Like my Jolly Ranchers grape
Can't really i say i dig the way
My brain you tried to rape

(I hang out though I know I waste my everlasting soul
Because I love your crabby patties and you pack a righteous bowl.)

Fallacies, fallacies
Fallacies, fallacies
Fallacies, fallacies
Fallacies, fallacies

War and conflict
Fallacies
Clowns and convicts
Fallacies
Planets dying
Fallacies
(shit) multiplying
Fallacies
Popes and bankers
Fallacies
Spilling tankers
Fallacies
Excuse my attitude
Here comes the hammer!

It's all one big fallacy, yo