Would she set it(?) side-by-side with all your bullshit from last May
You like to live what you can't do and you know you ain't
It's very hard, I know, with nothing to give away
Your message like oil pan, every plate
The mesmerizing song that locks the starting gate

A queasy giant or a greasy saint
It's nice to know the things you lost were real

Crudely fashioned pillar to hide behind
Will mount upright in the bleeding rain
An old dead horse with a cheap new coat of paint

A queasy giant or a greasy saint
It's nice to know the things you lost were real
It's nice to know the things you lost were real