Tic

[Verse 1]

The tic begins, where's the manner end?

The climate change will never get in

Silent and strong, prepossessed

You never need to make your own mess

[Verse 2]

Weasel to me, charming to some

Loathsome and glib, habits like self-love

Wearing slim fast, you carve your niche

Lean smug back and work your pitch

[Chorus 1]

And all the way I'm gone

No demon race to find

You paint it up and know

That any face could lie

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus 1]

And all the way I'm gone

No demon race to find

You paint it up and know

That any face could lie

[Chorus 2]

Affect my greatest style

What suits me best of all

I keep my pocket filled

Lean right and fall

[Instrumental Outro]