The cut great mind
  walking through the dirty streets
  Of Paris in the hot August heat
  Sun melts in the fake
  Smile away
  Just looking for a place to stay
  The actress gave up all her old dreams
  And traded up, now she is a queen
  Royal families dont have time
  for that shit
  Your crystall ball you keep it hid
  The tractor trailer driver radios
  Help me someone I'm out here on my own
  Truck drives from the black night away
  Praying for the light of day
  The kid in the mall works a hot dog on a stick
  His head is a funny shape his heart is a brick
  Taking your order he willlook away
  He doesn't have a thing to say
  But me I'm feeling pretty good as of now
  I'm not so sure when I got here and how
  sun melt in the fake
  smile away
  I think you know I'll be ok