Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other - Planes Mistaken For Stars

Oh, I’ve known lonely.

A faker in a room of phonies

Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes

They wet down my wings, I can’t stay dry

Oh, I’ve known lonely.

A faker in a room of phonies

Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes

They wet down my wings, I can’t stay dry

Lay it on me thick, let us both admit that (in this place) innocence,

it don’t exist

Help me follow fast this last shallow and pray, my pretty, your heart to keep

kept away from the pigs we’ve kept at bay