The cut great mindwalking through the dirty streets
Of Paris in the hot August heat
Sun melts in the fake
Smile away
Just looking for a place to stay

The actress gave up all her old dreams
And traded up, now she is a queen
Royal families dont have time
for that shit
Your crystall ball you keep it hid

The tractor trailer driver radios
Help me someone I´m out here on my own
Truck drives from the black night away
Praying for the light of day

The kid in the mall works a hot dog on a stick
His head is a funny shape his heart is a brick
Taking your order he willlook away
He doesn´t have a thing to say

But me I´m feeling pretty good as of now
I´m not so sure when I got here and how
sun melt in the fake
smile away
I think you know I´ll be ok