Straight Up Comicists playing rock & roll Crying out One more tear was my proxy Shedding skin for sticks you tried to use Custom built wheels no one left to fix you Two years stuck from hot and cold abuse Danced me on my feet all tired and weary Two steps to the ballerina bed The drummer doesn't understand or hear me Hiding from the bass inside his head Two years stuck from hot and cold abuse Plans me on the bills to call and draft it I think I'm drunk on sunset avenue Wake me up, don't want no tears, my proxy Rolling on my back, acting like a moon Shut me down, a windmill don't care I just can't seem to fire them on my own The mirror, well, they crack, the truth is so sweet I love myself, I try to be alone Cry me out Dance me out Cry me out Cry me out Dance me out Cry me out Cry me out Cry me out Dance me out Cry me out Cry me out Dance me out Cry me out Dance me out Cry me out Cry me out Cry me out Cry me out Cry me out Cry me out Cry me out