Clay Pigeon Songtext
von Counterpunch

You sure you′re ready for your close up dear?
As everything fades to black
You played your part and me so perfectly there's nothing left to say
You′re only real on the weekends, at least from time to time
If you're even real, after all I have my doubts

So take your bow but know I'm onto you now
Trapped in these same four walls I fell for it somehow


Lie to me and tell me everything′s how it′s supposed to be
Lie to me and tell me everything's alright
While you′re searching for excuses, plotting who will take the fall
I'm onto you but still lie to me

I didn′t sign up for these games, but you play them any way
Another day another you
Another story not worth listening to

You're only real on the weekends, at least from time to time
If you′re even real, after all I have my doubts
So take your bow but know I'm onto you now
Trapped in these same four walls I fell for it somehow


Lie to me and tell me everything's how it′s supposed to be
Lie to me and tell me everything′s alright
While you're searching for excuses, plotting who will take the fall
I′m onto you but still lie to me