If you could say something
That fascinated me
The air in your small world might clear to breathe

Laymen's terms
King of fools

Illiterate, you'd rather be in this back seat
Playing to the gallery
And they remember all their lines
They all remember the dirt

I'm through humoring you
I am learning to hate you, it's true
I'm through humoring you
I've been drinking and sleeping
In my enemies' holiday inn

Identified, we speak untruths
Because there's strength in numbers
Forced to relate in a world depraved
Identify along
We speak in tongues, give me laymen's terms
The air in this small world might clear
But they won't remember you
They will remember the dirt
The joke
I'm through humoring you
I am learning to hate you, it's true
I'm through humoring you
I've been living and dying
In my enemies' holiday inn

Laymen's terms
King of fools

Walk with you
Walk with you