Plastic Tramp

He looks as if he hasn't slept His hair is purposely unkept In many doorways, people wept When you crafted your plan Shadows underneath the eyes And everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can say But "Sorry, mate" and walk away I could be wrong on this, you play your game This world is full of most unkind And horrible is redefined I can't imagine that you'd mind at all You're lying again, your conscience isn't your friend And the only thing you're sobbing at is your imagination Lying again, your conscience isn't your friend And the only thing you're sobbing at is your imagination Is he really on the street? Desperation or deceit? And what he's wearing on his feet Won't solve our mystery And I am baffled by how you stand there, soaking it in And do you hide your identity where you hide your grin? You'd better hide your grin Shadows underneath the eyes And everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can say But "sorry, mate" and walk away I could be wrong on this, you play your game This world is full of most unkind And horrible is redefined I can't imagine that you'd mind at all You're lying again, your conscience isn't your friend And the only thing you're sobbing at is your imagination Lying again, your conscience isn't your friend And the only thing you're sobbing at is your imagination