MOULIN ROUGE

More unstable than a record label As I take off my rose-tinted glasses I no longer write for the masses Peanut galleries and has-beens that never happened Homing pigeon tried to blind me with that tunnel vision Heartbeat like I'm on crack So I left right forward and bring it back to my origins Back to my roots, I soothe the forbidden fruits Spiritual, lyrical, miracle individual "Oh, I'm the last album, he talks so much about his mental health" That's 'cause my health is mental Cut out the heart, tried to make me do the hokey cokey Smacked out, bleeding, shape-shifting like Loki The smears and the cures, the blues, the heirs The smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and sacre bleu! Shooting an arrow through the red arches What's it mean when smoke and mirrors makes us more lethargic? As my blood boils into a high degree I sense the life seep out of me, go figure Champagne on my shirt to match the shades Uv light on my wrist to hide the veins I tried to dance 'til you wanted I broke my ankle, you should be more thankful The smears and the cures, the blues, the heirs The smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and sacre bleu! Sacre bleu! Sacre bleu! Sacre bleu! The smears and the cures, the blues, the heirs The smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs The blues, the heirs, the smears and sacre bleu! I'm done