XRay

Yesterday we rolled down the streets like rats

There was smoke all around me

But we looked pretty happy

To damage this town one more time

We're so fashionable, glittering eyes

The jury suspect it's not art

But we're like blind painters

We puke on our paper

I'm waiting to see what comes out

Confusion is dripping so fast

On those with the suits and the ties

Soon they'll ask maybe

Me and my lady

We are the X-ray of life