| Song | Diamonds and Pearls |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | Li[f]e |
| Surprising the world with diamonds and pearls | |
| But a song about a girl ain't really about a girl | |
| Got a two-way vanity mirror, | |
| I'm an amity villain | |
| With a peeping | |
| Tom complex | |
| You're just a soul collector | |
| You keep putting 'em in a trash bag | |
| You push 'em in a shopping cart… | |
| Go and act sad | |
| When there's none left to collect | |
| So you go on and you make more | |
| But wait, what you lose them to the state for? | |
| The next time you see me | |
| It'll be through plexiglass | |
| There ain't no bail outs in this jail house | |
| Ain't no more petty cash | |
| Easy come, easy go | |
| A penny saved, a penny earned | |
| And I've learned life is cliché | |
| One of these days you get what you deserve | |
| Surprising the world with diamonds and pearls | |
| But a song about a girl ain't really about a girl | |
| Got a 2-way vanity mirror | |
| Firing a blind eye | |
| I turn from an 800-pound gorilla | |
| In the midst of misdirected anger | |
| False blood can run thinner than icy water | |
| Watch the fang-banger | |
| Flirt with the | |
| Death-star | |
| I cried by your bedside | |
| Decided right then and there to pretend you were alive | |
| Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my privacy | |
| Have the decency to say bye, after taking the pride | |
| Domestic piracy | |
| You ran out of family plunder | |
| And launch pads to crash, | |
| So when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash | |
| We're looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours | |
| There's nothing we can buy back, cause everything was paid off | |
| I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case | |
| I watched as the cost dropped, puppy dog sad face | |
| Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin | |
| Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin, | |
| Selling bullshit shells to yourself, the layers are coming off | |
| Economic failed, professional victim of sale cutting costs | |
| Charity case, don't ask me to donate | |
| You axe murdered your soul mate | |
| My back's hurting from an tax burden | |
| Pull your own weight | |
| A punching bag for hire, every minute there's a sucker bet, | |
| So what's the over and under you'll rise up from the debt. | |
| With the complexion of a ghost | |
| The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like nobody knows… | |
| If you think you're slick enough to turn a trick and spin the storyjust cause | |
| Jesus is your fair-weather pimp | |
| And you caught me praying with my fingers crossed | |
| So I shuffled up the deck, is this the card that you picked? | |
| Well if not, how about this? | |
| Missionary ain’t a job, it’s a position, so assume it'sa victimless crime, watch dog has an owner that’s abusive | |
| Now isn’t that ironic? | |
| With one hand in my pocket | |
| And the other choking out the street corner prophet | |
| Uncrossed my fingers and said "Look at me when I’m talking, dearI ain’t mad at you, and that’s the only miracle here" | |
| I ain’t mad at you… | |
| I’m surprising the world with diamonds and pearls | |
| But a song about a girl ain't really about a girl |
| Surprising the world with diamonds and pearls | |
| But a song about a girl ain' t really about a girl | |
| Got a twoway vanity mirror, | |
| I' m an amity villain | |
| With a peeping | |
| Tom complex | |
| You' re just a soul collector | |
| You keep putting ' em in a trash bag | |
| You push ' em in a shopping cart | |
| Go and act sad | |
| When there' s none left to collect | |
| So you go on and you make more | |
| But wait, what you lose them to the state for? | |
| The next time you see me | |
| It' ll be through plexiglass | |
| There ain' t no bail outs in this jail house | |
| Ain' t no more petty cash | |
| Easy come, easy go | |
| A penny saved, a penny earned | |
| And I' ve learned life is cliché | |
| One of these days you get what you deserve | |
| Surprising the world with diamonds and pearls | |
| But a song about a girl ain' t really about a girl | |
| Got a 2way vanity mirror | |
| Firing a blind eye | |
| I turn from an 800pound gorilla | |
| In the midst of misdirected anger | |
| False blood can run thinner than icy water | |
| Watch the fangbanger | |
| Flirt with the | |
| Deathstar | |
| I cried by your bedside | |
| Decided right then and there to pretend you were alive | |
| Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my privacy | |
| Have the decency to say bye, after taking the pride | |
| Domestic piracy | |
| You ran out of family plunder | |
| And launch pads to crash, | |
| So when you' re done playing dumb, empty the trash | |
| We' re looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours | |
| There' s nothing we can buy back, cause everything was paid off | |
| I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case | |
| I watched as the cost dropped, puppy dog sad face | |
| Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin | |
| Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin, | |
| Selling bullshit shells to yourself, the layers are coming off | |
| Economic failed, professional victim of sale cutting costs | |
| Charity case, don' t ask me to donate | |
| You axe murdered your soul mate | |
| My back' s hurting from an tax burden | |
| Pull your own weight | |
| A punching bag for hire, every minute there' s a sucker bet, | |
| So what' s the over and under you' ll rise up from the debt. | |
| With the complexion of a ghost | |
| The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it' s like nobody knows | |
| If you think you' re slick enough to turn a trick and spin the storyjust cause | |
| Jesus is your fairweather pimp | |
| And you caught me praying with my fingers crossed | |
| So I shuffled up the deck, is this the card that you picked? | |
| Well if not, how about this? | |
| Missionary ain' t a job, it' s a position, so assume it' sa victimless crime, watch dog has an owner that' s abusive | |
| Now isn' t that ironic? | |
| With one hand in my pocket | |
| And the other choking out the street corner prophet | |
| Uncrossed my fingers and said " Look at me when I' m talking, dearI ain' t mad at you, and that' s the only miracle here" | |
| I ain' t mad at you | |
| I' m surprising the world with diamonds and pearls | |
| But a song about a girl ain' t really about a girl |