Museum Of Useless Things

I can believe in the lie From four miles high, the silhouette's the same... ish Contrails fade, oh, the Everglades just swamps you I can believe in the lie I was such a good spy, neither side survived me Back home, bankrupt, Baikonur-nik I know you, ya znayu, I fucking stole for you You belong in a museum You belong in a museum Decadent and useless I know, surely picked a perfect canvas I know Post a picture out of context, ain’t that how you kids get famous these days? This automated age Assemble, embezzle, the western world will tremble You belong in a museum You belong in a museum You belong in a museum You belong in a museum