Telling lies inside his head
Might as well have already been forgotten
Like the books he's read
Where he put those cigarettes
And the truths he wished he knew
They're in him, but they're in you too
All you've gotta do is ask, yeah
All you gotta do is ask and maybe
It won't be long, you'll see
I'm a biter
Yeah, I'm a biter
And though they'll chop and screw ya
And tell you what you're meant to be
Well nobody see what you need
Oh, but I see