Laymen's Terms

If you could say something that fascinated me
The air in your small world might clear to breathe
Laymen's terms
King of fools

Illiterate
You'd rather be in this back seat
Playing to the gallery and they remember all their lines
They all remember the dirt

I'm through humouring you
I am learning to hate you it's true
I'm through humouring you
I've been drinking and sleeping
My enemies holiday ends

Identified, we speak untruths
Because there's strength in numbers
Forced to relate in a world depraved
Identify along we

Speak in tongues
Give me laymen's terms
The air in this small world might clear
But they won't remember you
They will remember the dirt, the joke

I'm through humouring you
I am learning to hate you it's true
I'm through humouring you
I've been living and dying
My enemies holiday ends
Laymen's terms
King of fools

Walk with you
Walk with you