F.O.H.
Are Proust and Marx still on your side? Their words formed in formaldehyde. A cavalcade of history. They're counting up my maladies. Woah... now don't you dare. No don't you dare. Woah... now don't you dare. No don't you dare. If all's imperfect in the mind, then the camera taught us how to lie. But music taught you how to feel. Just one more golden line to steal. Woah... now don't you dare. No don't you dare. Woah... now don't you dare. No don't you dare. Woah now don't you dare. No don't you dare.