Im wearing it, im wearing it
Under my face
My disgrace
An expression and, an admission of
I will try to give you something better
But im sure i will make it ok
Im wearing it, today
But im sure i will make it ok
I will try to give you something better
You, with the grin on your face
Me, with the bag in it's place
I've put a rope round my neck
Im trying to win your respect
Conceal the weapons
Conceal the weapons
Death shares everything i have
Conceal the weapons
Conceal the weapons
But i hate the way i
Conceal the weapons
Blame it on the staring match between the two of us
Blame it on the staring match between the two of us