Tekstovi: Odds. Someone Who's Cool.

In natural selection I've avoided all detection
And the tender bits underneath
All with window dressing and calculated guessing
And a bark bigger than my teeth

It was the suit that got me the gig
It was the tear that got me the girl
I'm a sheep in this wolf clothing
I'm a picture that I'm holding of someone who is cool

Soul like a thimble swallowed up in symbols
Wanting what I don't need
If sympathy's the answer I'll have temporary cancer
But that's not what I'll have, you believe

It was the suit that got me the gig
It was the tear that got me the girl
I'm a sheep in this wolf clothing
I'm a picture that I'm holding of someone who is cool
Someone who is cool

Close but kind of meatless
Like actors who play Jesus in movies of the week
What other people wish for oozes from every pore
I'm the coffee not the sleep

And I'm the song about the song
That once said something new
I'm a scandal that's unfolding
I'm a picture that I'm holding of someone who is cool
Someone who is cool