You offer nothing by the way
You like to wash and go
Bypassed with things on Christmas day
I think that you should know
No one likes the way you talk
Or smile or anything at all
It's hard to make you go away
Unless you're made to feel small

Slow train's coming
This world is spinning faster
I'm sick of running
And you are a recipe for disaster

You talk and talk and talk and talk
But there's just no surprises
I cross the road to avoid you
Your friends all wear disguises
Charismatic ain't your style
Your just like every other
You think you drive the women wild
Well let me tell you brother

Slow train's coming
This world is spinning faster
I'm sick of running
And you are a recipe for disaster

Now is the time for change
Now is your time for glory
So wipe away that stain
And rearrange your story
Don't feel that way inclined
Don't feel that sense of duty
Don't hide beneath that smile
Don't hide there fear of beauty

You are a recipe
You are a recipe
You are a recipe
For disaster