Slick Tricks and Bright Lights

X'ing out the numbers puts me in a slumber
Can't call for help when nobody's at home
Had a premonition, icy cold suspicion
Fueled by superstition and slick tricks bright lights

It takes one million strips of paper fastened by one staple
To take the upper hand they say you've got to have a plan
Sealed in concentration, choked with hesitation
Sip of conversation, no I don't understand

No, I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me
I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me

X'ing out the number put me in a slumber

So hard to call for help when nobody's at home
Had a premonition, icy cold suspicion
Fueled by superstition, stuck in repetition

You're calling me a liar, there's more smoke than fire
More smoke than fire if you're calling me a liar
On a million strips of paper, fastened by one staple
In one word, shut it down, shut it down

No, I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me
I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me

No, I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me