The Smartest Art There Is To Cause Your Fall.

Balls To The Wall, Walls To The Heart:
The Smartest Art There Is To Cause Your Fall.

I'd rather have a happy ending
than a pitiful start.
I guess that's how it goes
When you're too old to care
and too young to hold out.

When your balls own your heart.
And you don't care who knows
that you aren't being fair.
And Now you're out of clout.
and in need of some mending.

It's time you should be spending
the kind where we're apart.
And not so much on clothes
or product for your hair.
'Cause it's no way to clear doubt,
it's just endless pretending.

Think about who you're offending
with your cruel, haughty art.
To keep you on your toes.
It's just enough to scare
you right out of your bout
and once again ascending.