Perfect Disguise

Well, you've got the perfect disguise and you're lookin' okay

From the bottom of the best of the worst, well, what can I say?

'Cause you cocked your head to shoot me down

And I don't give a damn about you or this town no more

No, but I know the score

Need me to fall down, so you can climb up

Some fool-ass ladder, well, good luck

I hope, I hope there's something better up there

'Cause you cocked your head to shoot me down

And I don't give a damn about you or this town no more

No, 'cause I know the score