[00:08.43]The tic begins, where's the manned end?[00:15.09]The climate change will never get in[00:19.08]Silent and strong, prepossessed[00:25.95]You never need to make your own mess[00:47.01]Weasel to me, charming to some[00:51.15]Loathsome and glib, habits like self love[01:00.36]Wearing slim fast, you carve your niche[01:07.14]Lean smug back and work your pitch[01:21.27]And all the way[01:23.37]I'm goneNo demon race to find[01:24.54]You paint it up and know[01:27.30]That any face could lie[01:28.08]And all the way[01:30.51]I'm goneNo demon race to find[01:31.20]You paint it up and know[02:10.53]That any face could lie[02:13.38]Affect my greatest style[02:16.74]What suits me best of all[04:34.14]I keep my pocket filled[04:35.07]Lean right and fall