Hour in, days expired and you're lying
like a billion-dollar bank, used to feel like a ruffian
I'm holding out hope in the ad hoc of your youth
But your idol's fallin down and his feet made of brittle clay and iron
won't hold to the hoarfrost coming
You been holding out hope in the ad hoc of your youth
I can't see at all, but ooh you're next to know your name.
You don't have the docs or the drugs or the money now to set your brain straight got your friends seeing something but,
I'll tell you what, if I knew what it was, then I damn well would.
'cause I'll believe anything you want me to.
Put your hands on me, I need you more than I want to.
I can't see at all, but ooh you're next to know your name.
Cuz I'll believe anything you want me to.
Put your hands on me, I need you more than I want to.