The cut great mindwalking through the dirty streets

Of paris in the hot august heat

Sun melts in the fake

Smile away

Just looking for a place to stay



The actress gave up all her old dreams

And traded up, now she is a queen

Royal families dont have time

For that shit

Your crystall ball you keep it hid



The tractor trailer driver radios

Help me someone i'm out here on my own

Truck drives from the black night away

Praying for the light of day



The kid in the mall works a hot dog on a stick

His head is a funny shape his heart is a brick

Taking your order he willlook away

He doesn't have a thing to say



But me i'm feeling pretty good as of now

I'm not so sure when i got here and how

Sun melt in the fake

Smile away

I think you know i'll be ok