You hear me now, and you hear me good I'm here to make sure it's understood
Your dark secrets are pulling you down I'm selling tickets to watch you drown
Before the choices and the pathways You made a point of going sideways
In your mind, life's a better clover You made a living * us over
Here's the thing about truth and lies A clever lawyer is no disguise
All the little people gather around The little hands are gonna bring you down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this ain't the end at all
Before the pride, before the fall You come upwards and out it finds you
Face the shame swelling up inside you * off, Tony, * off, Tony
You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong You ain't got nothing but the blues inside you
Your microphone's dead and all the fools surround you
* off, Tony, * off, Tony You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
You ain't got nothing but the blues inside you Your microphone's dead and all the fools surround you
Did you hear what you said? Could you lose while you stand ahead?
It ain't to fail you, it's not to find you It's all the waste left behind you
No, no, no, it ain't as clean as that Nothing nice like a heart attack
We'll print your name all over the place Make sure we don't forget your face, yeah
* off, Tony, * off, Tony You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
You ain't got nothing but the blues inside you Your microphone's dead and all the fools surround you
* off, Tony, * off, Tony You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
You ain't got nothing but the blues inside you Your microphone's dead and all the fools surround you
* off, Tony, * off, Tony You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
You ain't got nothing but the blues inside you Your microphone's dead and all the fools surround you
* off, Tony, * off, Tony You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
You ain't got nothing but the blues inside you Your microphone's dead and all the fools surround you
* off, Tony, * off, Tony You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
You ain't got nothing but the blues inside you Your microphone's dead and all the fools surround you
* off, Tony, * off, Tony You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
You ain't got nothing but the blues inside you Your microphone's dead and all the fools surround you