I'm wearing it. 
I'm wearing it under my face. 
An expression and an admission of my disgrace. 
But I'm sure I will make it okay. 
I'll try to give you something better. 
I'm wearing it today. 
But I'm sure I will make it okay. 
I'll try to give you something better. 

You with a grin on your face. 
Me with a bag in its place. 
I've put a rope round my neck. 
I'm trying to win your respect. 

Conceal the weapons! 
Conceal the weapons! 
Death shares everything I have. 
Conceal the weapons! 
Conceal the weapons! 
But I hate the way I 
Conceal the weapons! 

Blame it on the staring match between the two of us. 
Blame it on the staring match between the two of us.