Diamonds And Pearls

Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls

But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl

Got a two-way vanity mirror, I'm an amity villain

With a peeping tom complex

You're just a soul collector

You keep putting 'em in a trash bag

Push 'em in a shopping cart…

Go and act sad

When there's none left to collect

So you go on and make more

But wait, what you lose them to the state for?

The next time you see me

It'll be through plexiglass

There ain't no bail outs in this jail house

Ain't no more petty cash

Easy come, easy go

A penny saved, a penny earned

And I've learned life is cliché

One of these days you get what you deserve

Surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls

But the song about a girl, ain't really about a girl

Got a 2-way vanity mirror

Firing a blind eye I turn from an 800-pound gorilla

In the midst of misdirected anger

False blood can run thinner than icy water

Watch the fang-banger

flirt with the Death-star

I cried by your bedside

Decided right then and there to pretend you were alive

Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my privacy

Have the decency to say bye, after taking the pride

Domestic piracy

You ran out of family plunder

And launch pads to crash,

so when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash

We're looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours

There's nothing we can buy back, cause everything was paid off

I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case

I watched as the cost dropped, puppy dog sad face

Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin

Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin,

Selling bullshit shells to yourself, the layers coming off

Economic failed, professional victim of sale cutting costs

Charity case, don't ask me to donate

You axe murdered your soul mate

My backs hurting from an tax burden

Pull your own weight

A punching bag for hire, every minute there's a sucker bet,

So what's the over and under you'll rise up from the debt.

With the complexion of a ghost

The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like nobody knows…

If you think you're slick enough to turn a trick and spin the story just cause Jesus is your fair-weather pimp

and you caught me praying with my fingers crossed

So I shuffled up the deck, is this the card that you picked?

Well if not, how about this?

Missionary ain’t a job, it’s a position, so assume it

a victimless crime watch dog has an owner that’s abusive

Now isn’t that ironic? With one hand in my pocket

And the other choking out the street corner prophet

Uncrossed my fingers and said look at me when I’m talking dear

I ain’t mad at you, and that’s the only miracle here

I ain’t mad at you…

I’m surprising the world, with diamonds and pearls

But a song about a girl, ain't really about a girl