Cellophane

If they run out of oxygen We'll be alright Hope they choke on their tongues And see-thru smiles And swallow their words inside I'm losing sleep my Rep is under siege when People talk about me With their plastic faces You hold the gun Say my name Til you've got a Heart made of cellophane Never one to believe in me A talentless group I'm running on voices And gasoline fumes So tell me it's good for me I'm losing sleep my Rep is under siege when People talk about me With their plastic faces You hold the gun Say my name Til you've got a Heart made of cellophane You hold the gun Play your game Til you've got a Heart made of cellophane