You don't know how you're coming across Acting like you don't give a toss Walking around like you're on some kind of cross And it's a shame on you, the irony's lost When you come undone.
— Placebo
You don't know how you're coming across Acting like you don't give a toss Walking around like you're on some kind of cross And it's a shame on you, the irony's lost When you come undone.
— Placebo