I’ve surrounded myself with elegance
Broke the bank just trying to blend in
But every time I try and speak their language
I just come across as a lil’ kid
I’m knocking on the door of a future
That won’t let us in
‘Cause every handshake in this city’ll cost you
And arm and a leg and I’m all out of limbs
I’ve been surrounded by elegance
Let the vultures tie knock-offs around my neck
They claim they’re gonna lift you up
As they circle high above your head
But they’rе really just waiting
To pick apart the dead
I’m knocking on thе door of a future
That won’t let us in
‘Cause every handshake in this city’ll cost you
And arm and a leg and I’m all out of limbs
I’m just trying to make something real
‘Cause I am so sick of feeling just like I’m only
Dead batteries, empty calories
Just a handful of useless things
Like a prayer for the president
Or a letter to your congressman
Just a quarter in a broken machine
Dead batteries, empty calories
Just a handful of useless things
Like a prayer for the president
Or a letter to your congressman
Just a quarter in a broken machine
Dead batteries, empty calories
Just a handful of useless things
Like a prayer for the president
Or a letter to your congressman
Just a quarter in a broken machine
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