The shit's in the fan How you like that mess? Head in the sand Problem solved, I guess Struck out again But the shit won't last All your problems'll be over Once the night has passed
Crowded cranium, I know how you feel I can only tell you
In the morning, they'll be dead and gone Lift your chin and soldier on It's just smoke and mirrors, baby Knockin' on your beat-up brain Smoke and mirrors, baby, nothing that you can't explain It's just smoke and mirrors, baby Knockin' on your beat-up brain
Read all the signs Well, you read them wrong Stick to your lies And move along You say you wanna talk Well, we can talk all night I'm your pillar of reason Is your head on right?
Crowded cranium, I know how you feel I can only tell you
In the morning, they'll be dead and gone Lift your chin and soldier on It's just smoke and mirrors, baby Knockin' on your beat-up brain Smoke and mirrors, baby, nothing that you can't explain It's just smoke and mirrors, baby Knockin' on your beat-up brain
Crowded cranium, I know how you feel Like the downfall and countdown is real Ride it out, you're still at the wheel I can only tell you
Smoke and mirrors, baby, knockin' on your beat-up brain Smoke and mirrors, baby, knockin' on your beat-up brain Smoke and mirrors, baby, nothing that you can't explain It's just smoke and mirrors, baby Knockin' on your beat-up brain
Compositores: Chip Fitzsimmons, Montgomery Fitzsimmons, Niklas Almquist (Randy Fitzsimmons) (AMRA), Wilbur FitzsimmonsEditores: Arson Publishing, Chris Dangerous Music, Pellevision Publishing, Vigilante SoundsECAD verificado obra #40153797 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM