Museum Of Useless Things

I can believe in the lie
From four miles high, the silhouette's the same... ish
Contrails fade, oh, the Everglades just swamps you

I can believe in the lie
I was such a good spy, neither side survived me
Back home, bankrupt, Baikonur-nik
I know you, ya znayu, I fucking stole for you

You belong in a museum
You belong in a museum

Decadent and useless I know, surely picked a perfect canvas I know
Post a picture out of context, ain’t that how you kids get famous these days?
This automated age
Assemble, embezzle, the western world will tremble

You belong in a museum
You belong in a museum
You belong in a museum
You belong in a museum