Here's Where the Strings Come In

Well I have a fading impression
 Of the last hurtful expression on your face
 And I don't remember the time, but I remember the scene
 Everything got ugly; well how do we get so mean?
 chorus
 And I'm sorry if the ride has been so disappointing
 Well I tell you from my side, I can't remember much
 And I'm sorry if the whole thing has left you wanting
 Cause to tell you the truth, I don't remember much
 No I don't remember much about it
 Well can you see well from where you are sitting?
 Because it didn't cost you a cent
 It's for the pigeons to do your bidding
 And with every single step, a stinking film of sweat
 Well should I wear it like a three-piece suit, a torn flat, or a nervous halo?
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 Now we're two trains on the same track
 The conductor passed out drunk
 And you still ask me why I look so bad
 Like my bathtub duck just sunk
 But where's everything comes together
 Either that or it falls all apart
 Yeah, here's where the strings come in