You get what you see
I saw a rich [bad word] giving charity
Saw an evil emperor wearing my clothes
They're far from the best
But they might suit you better than the rest
Just looking in the mirror
Will make you a brave man
I know my place
Hate my face
I know how I begin, and how I'll end
 [bad word] out again
You're a parliament of owls
Flying over a city of canals
There goes the floating body
Floating face down
You get what you see
Some things they just change invisiabally
I never knew where I was going
Thank God I can never know
I know my place
Hate my face
I know how I begin and how I'll end
 [bad word] out again
Standing, smiling on some fantasy island
Waiting for the moon to pull again
But the [bad word] in
And I'm [bad word] out again
 [bad word] out again