The cut-rate mime

Walking through the dirty streets

Of Paris in the hot August heat

Sun melting 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 don't have time for that shit

Your crystal ball - you keep it hid

The tractor trailer driver radios:

Help me someone I'm out here all alone

Truck driving the black night away

Prayin' for the light of day

The kid in the mall works at hawt dawg on a stick

His hat is a funny shape his heart is a brick

Taking your order he will look 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 or how

Sun melting the fake smile away

I think, you know, I'll be okay