Lyrics

Black is the color and
Beauty is the game
The beasties come to get me
But I don't feel their pain
The hotel sign is flickering
It beckons from above
The master of my own domain
I sow my seeds of love
Your eyes burn like daggers
Through the triumph of my will
Your hands they smell like gasoline
They cause my love to spill
Fallacies
Fallacies
All your lies won't
Set you free from
Fallacies
Fallacies
The windy wind is blowing
As the bed springs creak their tune
My cup is overflowing
Shooting putty at the moon
At the crystal palace where I
Try to make my stand
My bros all call you Yoko
Say you're gonna kill the band
"Work makes free"
They're telling me
I've got no place to start
Oh, how do I escape you
Little fuhrer of my heart
Fallacies
Fallacies
One for you
Ten for me
All your lies won't
Set you free from
Fallacies
Fallacies
Black is the color and
Beauty is the game
The beasties come to get me
But I don't feel their pain
I like my Funyuns salty
Like my Jolly Ranchers grape
Can't say I really dig the way
My brain you tried to rape
I hang out though I know I risk
My everlasting soul
'Cause I love your krabby patties
And you pack a righteous bowl
Fallacies
Fallacies
Fallacies
Fallacies
Fallacies
Fallacies
Fallacies
Fallacies
Wars and conflict (Fallacies!)
Clowns and convicts (Fallacies!)
Planets dying (Fallacies!)
Multiplying (Fallacies!)
Popes and bankers
Spilling tankers
Excuse my manners
Here comes the hammer!
It's all one big fallacy, yo
Written by: Dave Porter, Sam Catlin, Vince Gilligan
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