If you could say something that fascinated me The air in your small world might clear to breathe Laymen's terms King of fools Illiterate You'd rather be in this back seat Playing to the gallery and they remember all their lines They all remember the dirt I'm through humouring you I am learning to hate you it's true I'm through humouring you I've been drinking and sleeping My enemies holiday ends Identified, we speak untruths Because there's strength in numbers Forced to relate in a world depraved Identify along we Speak in tongues Give me laymen's terms The air in this small world might clear But they won't remember you They will remember the dirt, the joke I'm through humouring you I am learning to hate you it's true I'm through humouring you I've been living and dying My enemies holiday ends Laymen's terms King of fools Walk with you Walk with you