If they run out of oxygen
We'll be alright
Hope they choke on their tongues
And see-thru smiles
And swallow their words inside
I'm losing sleep my
Rep is under siege when
People talk about me
With their plastic faces
You hold the gun
Say my name
Til you've got a
Heart made of cellophane
Never one to believe in me
A talentless group
I'm running on voices
And gasoline fumes
So tell me it's good for me
I'm losing sleep my
Rep is under siege when
People talk about me
With their plastic faces
You hold the gun
Say my name
Til you've got a
Heart made of cellophane
You hold the gun
Play your game
Til you've got a
Heart made of cellophane
