الأغاني: Louis XIV. Slick Dogs And Ponies. Misguided Sheep.

We keep hiding the ball of easter eggs
For reasons we just cant say
We?re hiding a ball of money when the tax man comes to prey
We keep hiding and hiding and hiding all our bits and precious bobs
We?re hiding all our freckle, our wrinkles, and dead end jobs

We keep hiding and hiding and hiding from all our hope and fear
Until hate boils through us and there?s no one left to care
We?ll be hiding from what we want, so poisonous and soaked in sin
We?ll be hiding from even our thoughts until they come around again

(all come out)
I can?t see what you don?t let me
(all come out)
I can?t see what you don?t let me

All come out
All come out to play X3

Well we duck and we dodge, we pocket and cover
All our scrubs and ticks hiding a ball of lustful needs so they won?t know our kicks
We keep hiding and hiding and hiding under blankets inside our bed we nervously chew our pencils until our teeth are stained of lead
We keep nestleing to people like teddy bears
because the good book says, well he who holds to soft things won?t die before they?re dead.

(all come out)
I can?t see what you don?t let me
(all come out)
I can?t see what you don?t let me

All come out to play
All come out to play

I can?t see what you don?t let me
(All come to play)
We keep hiding and hiding and hiding from robbers and from cops
Hiding our paranoid fits, snaps, cracks, and pop
Well we hide from what we want, so naive and drenched in sin we hide from even our thoughts until they come around again
So we nervously chew up our pencils until our teeth are stained of lead and he who hold two soft things won?t die before I?m dead

(Thanks to Tay-lay for these lyrics)