If you could say something that fascinated me
The air in this small world might clear to breathe
Laymen's terms
King of fools
Illiterate, you'd render me in this bad scene
Playing to the gallery
And 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 sleeping and drinking
My enemies' holiday Inn

Identified, we speak untruths
Because there's strength in numbers
Forced to relate
In a world depraved
Identify alone

We speak in tongues, give me laymen's terms
The air in this small club might clear
But they remember all the lines
They all 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
My enemies' holiday Inn
Laymen's terms, king of fools
Walk with you
Walk with you