I speak when spoken to and lately that isn't that often
I couldn't paint a better sky, but it wasn't for trying and trying
You speak, I hear, you turn and I turn away
To what no one can decide
You spend the time I can't afford
And step on thoughts you can't absorb with your size 9's
Get off my mind
I hear them spill their stories, and congratulate themselves
Because there's always another to cover
With their fast food philosophy and dayglow society
I have no room and i must keep going
Take off the wig that makes your head big
And then the skirt you tried to fit in
Go out without the spray that makes my nose ache
[insert cliche rock filler here]
I walk by, you start talking dirty
And laugh to yourself
In boots and jeans too tight around the testes
You'll sell the best (maybe light blue spandex)
You ask if I'm looking for a good time
[insert cliche rock filler here]
"Thanks, but I think that I'm still looking"
Take no offense
I keep avoiding your stare
Maybe I shouldn't care
See you everywhere
Sports the fishnets without shame showing hairy legs
Plus I see on your face- should have shaved today
Don't want to see a thing
It's coronation day, and no one celebrates
The shelves are empty everywhere; the cupboard's bare
Everything is going grey/new king is on the take
Gets his staff in hand and he says:
"I guarantee everything- honestly it's changing"
I'll read you the notes that I took when he spoke
And I quote:
"What you want to hear...what you want to hear..."
Friday again. We make adjustments for the weekend...
I'll let you hear my contempt
You've shown me where your faith is kept
You're identity spent on dead presidents...
Consistantly guaging acceptance
So easily pacified
Just standing in line
They'll never say all i see
Is what's placed in front of me
I know it's bad to generalize
But i could never be pacified
Standing in line
To accept what's supposedly mine
I'm ecstatic i wasn't invited
I have this friend who gets all of his answers
from the songs on the radio
Served on a platter with static
How convenient
He just flips the switch to turn it on, and let him in
It's another thing to be used when you're in the mood
You turn it on...
He says he saw him once right there upon the screen
such conviction
A lip-synched sermon to a standing ovation
It's still just empty breath
He flips the switch to let him in
your god in a box is my entertainment
You turn it on...
Critical fingers
Old text so professional you don't need to read it
Genius goes unnoticed; this he knows
Reads in deep, tells us what we're feeling
(Must be an artist)
You know what to say, know how to show
You're not so slow and just because
You don't create, that's not to say
It's just a waste
With all due respect excessive posturing
Is all I see
Fronts require stealth, here's to your health
Sparky got a brand new record
It warps his mind. He cranks it late so...
All his neighbors stay awake
He's in a different space, unwavering in faith
Sparky got a brand new record
From the coolest town this side of anyplace you've found
Is he staying up to date?
Is he playing what's been dealt?
He might share his wealth, but sometimes he guesses way off the mark.
