Laymens Terms

If you could say something that fascinated me
 The air in your small world might clear to breathe
 Laymen's terms
 King of fools
 Illiterate
 You'd rather be in this back seat
 Playing to the gallery and they remember all their lines
 They all remember the dirt
 I'm through humouring you
 I am learning to hate you it's true
 I'm through humouring you
 I've been drinking and sleeping
 My enemies holiday ends
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 Identified, we speak untruths
 Because there's strength in numbers
 Forced to relate in a world depraved
 Identify along we
 Speak in tongues
 Give me laymen's terms
 The air in this small world might clear
 But they won't remember you
 They will remember the dirt, the joke
 I'm through humouring you
 I am learning to hate you it's true
 I'm through humouring you
 I've been living and dying
 My enemies holiday ends
 Laymen's terms
 King of fools
 Walk with you
 Walk with you