Peter Parkers Alter Ego by The Temper Trap Lyrics

I wish I was a pilot
Flying on a paper plane
Standing on the shoulders of giants
To be seen by every man

I'll be good for as long as I am sinner
My intentions was on the times
With a slap on the wrist
A kiss on the cheek
You give to me what's my, my, my, my, my own
C-c-c-c-come in
What's mine
You can come in

Strip down open and naked
No one really seems to care
Apparently you know the difference
Between the money and a million

I'll be good for as long as I am sinner
My intentions was on the times
With a slap on the wrist
A kiss on the cheek
You give to me what's my, my, my, my, my own
C-c-c-c-come in
What's mine
You can come in
What's mine
Come in
I used to want to be a hero
Until I found out even heroes die
I'm Peter Parker's alter ego
Waiting on the telephone line

The devil made me a sinner
But the good Lord's gonna save me this time
As you turn your head you go walking in the den
And leave with me what's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

C-C-C-C-Come in
And take what's mine
To keep
I'll tell you the sorrows of tomorrow's dreams can bring
But I'll live it all