True Entertainment

I can't complain
You're going through hell
But you found my name
It rhymes with Superman

That's skin for the game
Don't you think we look the same?
Did I tell you she was a French teacher?
Ooh la la, parfait!

No alarm for no lament
'Cos I'm Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end
There's no regret to reel
I'll sleep in the car tonight
Under the stars, between my gear and heart

Got to blow it up, I've got to blow it up
Think they know enough, think they know enough
What they holding on? What they holding out?
Am I blowing up? Am I blowing up?

I paid for her skills
The skills paid the bill
Now she'll be on white sand with my girl
When I'm in jail

No alarm for no lament
'Cos I'm Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end
There's no regret too real
I'll sleep in the car tonight
Under the stars, between my gear and heart

Got to blow it up, I've got to blow it up
Think they know enough, think they know enough
What they holding on? What they holding out?
Am I blowing up? Am I blowing up?

No alarm for no lament
'Cos I'm Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end
There's no regret too real