Foo Fighters - Stacked Actors

Oh, mirror, mirror, you're coming in clear.
I'm finally somwehere in between.
I'm impressed, what a beautiful chest.
I never meant to make a big scene.

Will you resign to the latest design?
You look so messy when you dress up in dreams.
One more for hire, a wonderful liar.
I think it's time we all should come clean.

Stacked, dead actors, stacked to the rafters.
Line up the bastards, all I want is the truth.

Hey, hey now, can you fake it?
Can you make it look like we want?
Hey, hey now, can you take it?
And we cry when they all die blonde.

God bless, what a sensitive mess,
Yeah, but things aren't always what they seem.
Your teary eyes, your famous disguise,
Never knowing who to believe.
See through, yeah, but what do you do
When you're just another aging Drag Queen?
Stacked, dead actors, stacked to the rafters.
Line up the bastards, all I want is the truth.

Hey, hey now, can you fake it?
Can you make it look like we want?
Hey, hey now, can you take it?
And we cry when they all die blonde.

Stacked, dead actors, stacked to the rafters.
Line up the all the bastards, all I want is the truth.
Stacked, dead actors, stacked to the rafters.
Line up the all the bastards, we cry when they all die blonde.

Hey, hey now, can you fake it?
Can you make it look like we want?
Hey, hey now, can you take it?
And we cry when they all die blonde.

Stacked, dead actors, stacked to the rafters.
Line up the all the bastards, all I want is the truth.
Stacked, dead actors, stacked to the rafters.
Line up the bastards, we cry when they all die blonde.