Surprising the world
With diamonds & pearls
Song about a girl
Ain't really about a girl

Got a two way vanity mirror
I'm an Amity villain
With a peeping Tom complex

You just a soul collector
You keep putting 'em in a trash bag
You push 'em in a shopping cart
Go and act sad

When there's none left to collect
So you go on and you make more
But wait
Why are you losing it to the state for?

The next time you see me
It will be through plexi gl***
There ain't no bailout from this jailhouse
Ain't no more petty cash

Easy come, easy go
A penny saved, a penny earned
And I've learned like this cliche
One of these days you get what you deserve

Surprising the world
With diamonds & pearls
For the song about a girl
Ain't really about a girl

I got a two way vanity mirror
Firing a blind eye
I turn from an eight hundred pound gorilla

In the midst of misdirected anger
False blood that can run thinner than icy water
Watch the fang bang
Flirt with the Death Star

I cried by your bedside
Decided right then and there
To pretend you were alive

Maybe, baby, lie to me
Invade my privacy
Have the decency to say, 'Bye'
After taking the bribe

Domestic piracy
You ran out of [incomprehensible] plunder
And launch pads to crash
So when you done playing dumb
Empty the trash

We're looking for our lives back
We wish we could've save yours
There's nothing we can buy back
'Cause everything was paid off

I found you in a pawn shop
You were stuck behind a gl*** case
I watched as the corpse dropped
Puppy dog sad face

Put a down payment on my meal plan
Just to see your **** eating grin
Save the frown for when
You need to shed your skin

Sell 'em to Chelsea yourself
The layers are coming off
Economic fail
Professional victim of sale cutting costs

Charity case, don't ask me to donate
The axe murdered your soul mate
My backs hurting from the tax burden
Pull your own weight

You're a punching bag for hire
Every minute is a sucker bit
So what's the over under
You'll rise up from the debt

With a completion of a ghost
The resurrection was a hoax
But two thousand years later
It's like, nobody knows

And you think you're slick enough
To turn a trick and spin the story
Just 'cause Jesus is your fair weather pimp

And you caught me
Praying with my fingers crossed
So I shuffled up the deck
Is this the card that you picked?
Well, if not, how about this?

Missionary ain't a job
It's a position
So ***ume it

The victimless crime watchdog
Has a owner that's abusive
Now isn't that ironic
With one hand in my pocket
And the other choking out
Near street corner profit

Uncrossed my fingers and I said
'Look at me when I'm talking, dear
I ain't mad at you'
That's the only miracle here

I ain't mad at you

I'm surprising the world
With diamonds & pearls
The song about a girl
Ain't really about a girl