Well you can hide a lot about yourself |But honey, what're you gonna do |And you can sleep in a coffin |But the past ain't through with you |'Cause we are all a bunch of liars |Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be |And we are all about to sell it |'Cause it's tragic with a capital T.|Sometimes you scrape and sink so low |I'm shocked at what you're capable of |And if this is a coronation |I ain't feeling the love |'Cause we are all a bunch of animals |That never paid attention in school |So tell me all about your problems|I was killing before killing was cool |You're so cool, You're so cool, So cool!
