So, you try on this hat they call concession,
Try to make your utmost best impression,
I had no idea just how much deception,
What's involved in my casual connection'

Pull down, down the walls,
Pull down these walls, so I can breathe,
What's underneath this filigree'
Oh, filigree,
Filigree, oh.

These materials help me get my thinking done,
Take a wrecking crew to see what I've become,
When the mic smells like beer, future's so unclear,
Some call it sad, but at least it's picturesque.

Pull down, down the walls,
Pull down these walls, so I can breathe,
What's underneath this filigree'
Oh, filigree,
Filigree, oh.

These are days for framing your own story,
These are days for taking inventory,
So you cling to the truth, find a place to stand,
Do what you do or, baby, just what you can.

Pull down, down the walls,
Pull down these walls, so I can breathe,
What's underneath filigree'
Oh, filigree,
Filigree, oh.

Filigree,
Filigree, oh.