Nothing New

Some would say you'd lost the plot
If you ever had it
You find yourself out of reach
From the wicker basket
Fear mama's children
They drink peach just to reach the casket
They couldn't care less
About the pins on you jacket

I'll sell my soul, well I'm about to
Climb your walls and tell you 'bout the view
You'll find me in the cellar, move over cinderella

Could've been someone else, not far from you
What a bullet I've dodged, must be hard for you
Weather man or burns victim what degrees on you

John goes on he talks about the route
Mercedes Benz or a BMW
Head tilted back, recital for the champagne flute
Print on the package; your youth catches up with you

Sell my soul, well, I'm about to
Climb your walls and tell you 'bout the view
You'll find me in the cellar, start sweeping cinderella

Or I swear to god; I will make you
Fix up your mess
Show you the truth
Boot high, boot cut, boot smart
Bootlick like you

And he says its nothing new
And we'll all just sing along, and we'll all just sing alone
We have to pay our dues
He looks at me the way I looked at you
Looks have killed, and he's killed a few
Am I sorry because what I said was true?
Did it cut you like a knife, and take a piece out of you?
It's hard to apologise when I'm made to
Is it; head over heels, or head under a boot?
Your boot?