You're in a pawnshop craze believe in miracles
A rental in your name because it's biblical
The present in your stalking is talking stocks and bonds
But it's gone on too long you know it never stops
It's coming on too strong when all the words fall out
You try to make amends you try you try
Everyone you know is a liar and a horrible fake yeah
Trusting in them was the worst of your childish mistakes so
You think you rule and the world is all in your plate then
Then you find out what terrible gods we make
You're not a perfect guy you get it when you can
You don't believe in God you trust the anchor man
But you believe in the TV that CBS has been selling
There's no telling what those little kids say next
They shove it in your face the bass gets louder and louder
It's too crowded and dark in here
Everyone you know is a liar and a horrible fake yeah
And when they steal from the poor and they're soaking in hate now
You think you rule and the world is all in your plate then
Then you find out then you find out what terrible gods we make
You see a pretty girl the kind you want to meet
Three days of paper plates and sweating in the sheets
A roll of quarters for ordering in you can't begin to think about going outside
The rest of the world's too big and too scary so don't get carried away this time
Everyone you know is a liar and a horrible fake yeah
Where can you turn when your friends when your friends are all snakes
You think you rule and the world is all in your plate then
Then you find out then you find out what terrible gods we make