I'VE GOT FIDELITY FOULS AND A CHEAP THRILL DEFAULT

DIME STORE AMOUR x2

TASTIN' PLASTIC ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE
AND THE LAUGHS LIKE STILETTOS ON MY LAST BROKEN RUNG
I DIG MY HEELS DEEP IN SPITE AND COMMIT
TO SOMETHING FALSE AND STALLED

'TIL THE SMOKE FROM WINE CURLS MY THOUGHTS ON TRIAL
THEN THEY DEAL ME SOMETHIN' LUCKY
TASTIN' PLASTIC 'TIL YOUR LOST CAUSE IS
THE LAST THING ON YOUR MIND

IT'S FOR THE PAIN AND FOR THE GLORY
YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA BE THE SAME OLD STORY
IT'S FOR THE HOPE AND FOR IT ALL

TASTIN' PLASTIC ON THE BACK OF MY HAND
WHILE I'M WAVING GOODBYE TO THE FLAME AND THE SHAM
GLASS IS CLEAN AND QUIET STILL
WHILE FANTASY IS FUCKED AND FILLED

ANOTHER IDIOT'S CALL FEELIN' TRAGIC
WHEN THE THRONE'S SO SMALL AND THE EPILOGUE STALLS
OH WILL THEY CALL ME
MR. LOST CAUSE, HEY HEY

TAKIN SOMETHING FOR YOUR LOST CAUSE
DIME STORE AMOUR