You're not made   For this, dear boy   You're not made    For this, dear boy      We watch the stock drop   They say we're just high in octane   I want to exchange    Hits for a testament   And this will be    My sacrifice   Up in the clouds   pick up the tab   Put me down   Now gently, just drop me    Cause this not a gallery   She takes me seriously   What a joke, she would know    If she wasn't too scared   To pick up the phone and call me      You're not made    For this, dear boy   You're not made    For this, dear boy      The crime fits    The punishment   And an ice cold sal    Stabbing demons at dusk   She says well   Whom do you trust?   I don't trust anyone   Who do you trust   I don't trust nobody   Not even her?   No, not even me   Oh please, you're not      Thank you lightly for decieving   All the people that believe in me   Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding   Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding   If I came to learn one thing from this   It's that people from Long Island    Aren'at as old as they seem   They're older then they seem to be      I turn my back to the mirror   All you see is my back   It's leaving you somewhere   Lethal to make a red dot   Let's see what you got   Ready or not, here goes   The crime fits the punishment      You're not made    For this, dear boy   You're not made    For this, dear boy      You're not made    For this, dear boy   You're not made    For this, dear boy      You're not made    For this, dear boy   You're not made    For this, dear boy