Sometimes I do. I do sometimes You can’t see it, it might be behind you Keep those eyes wide Who’ll weep for them? Who weeps for them? Keep your eyes on the back of your If they adorn themselves with crystals To make them look sharp

If you don't like it Then try it Out here looking for the good life I'll believe it when I see it Tongue in my cheek and your back in my knife I keep pushing through, my eyes right on you Everyone says you should get away, fast as you can But I know