True Stories Whitey

[Intro]
(Get out, get out, get out, get out)
(Get out, get out, get out, get out)
(Get out, get out, get out, get out)
(Get out, get out...)

[Verse 1]
I see bad signals pouring in
I've seen underneath the skin
I feel like I've seen everything
And the world's an empty cup

Now everybody's on the stage
Violence is all the rage
We'd like to turn another page
But we've all seen too much

[Bridge]
See, all the world in a picture
So this seems to be wrong
And I'm no longer really sure
Some of us are really even people anymore?

[Verse 2]
Here is the world and here is what you choose
You built it out of stories: some of them are true
Yeah, you know a lot of stories
But none of them are happening to you