When they laid you out, on the metal table
They got the suit right, but they weren't able to erase the glare
You've been dead for 16 years, a myth suspended in amber
Reputation burnished by fear
If they would believe me, I would tell them all the truth about you
I'll never live up to you
Even Mao, he looks all right, on a 40-foot billboard
All doe-eyed, but we remember the night
Expectations were all I heard, they took me at my word
But I couldn't do what he wanted me to do
If they would believe me, I would tell them all the truth about you
I'll never live up to you
