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The joke is on me
The sad but true comes easily
And I could be the laughing man
I could laugh at myself
I could look down my sleeve at you
Cos you got so much to hide
Just like me
You got tricks up your sleeve
You could show them to me

So hold back the dull surprises
Your obvious disguises
Propped up like a puppet
Convalescent in the glut
It's a needle in the stack
It's a change of scene we lack
Sift right through the filth and flack
Sit back and relax

You seem so uncertain
You're running your life from scratch
Scratch the surface
Pass the test
The surface is shallow enough
And you're a desperate beginner
Anxious to distract yourself
Starving to believe yourself
Invisible to see yourself

So up that downward spiral
Don't need a reason to smile
Propped up like a puppet
Convalescent in the glut
It's a needle in the stack
It's a change of scene we lack
Sift right through the filth and flack
Sit back and relax

And if you can't decide on me
I'll be waiting patiently
To exorcise the ghosts I see
All around you and me

NOTES:
Demo recorded in 1994.

APPEARS ON:
We Are Bacteria

YEAR RELEASED:
1994

DATE RECORDED:
1994

LENGTH:
3:18

OTHER TITLE:
Convalescent

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Guitar, Bass

Joey Waronker
Drums






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