There's something in my soup
I think I'm tasting poison
You wash the windows
And you never get paid
I wanna be the one
The cinematic savior
Christ, it all comes crashing down
So let's just run away
Whoever said it's true
Ain't living in this world
This fever's blowing up
But he won't be forgotten
He's hanging by a thread
We see him every day
He's living outside the box
He's all but needles in the hay
And for somebody's token
He's sure got to go-o-o-o-o
This one is slug and guts
This cat is on the post
She's looking on down the lane
That's her, with spoons in his mouth
But melted all on down now
What's left is all show
There's poison in my soup
That's all that's said and tasting good, now
There's money in my hands
(You'd never see through deadened windows)
You always said you'd be a cinematic savior
Christ, it all comes crashing down, so let's just run away
Whoever said it's true ain't living in this world
This fever's burning up, but he won't be forgotten
The antidote, the doper's dope
The king is stealing all the mad hatters
Skulls on pencils, eraser heads
The moss on George's head is dead and dead
Christ, it all comes crashing down, so let's just run away
You always said you'd be a cinematic savior
Christ, it all comes crashing down, so let's just run away
You always said you'd be a cinematic savior
Whoever said it's true
Ain't living in this world
This fever's burning up
But he won't be forgotten
Whoever said it's true
Ain't living in this world
This fever's burning up
But he won't be forgotten
Be forgotten
Yeah