A sultry smoke hung in the room,
Felt threatened to ignite it, take us all out boom,
A singles buck is all it took to finish the fun,
I'm lost in our regression and the damage is done,
And your psychotic friend is left holding the gun,
And his confidence is stead fast and it's sure,
And his ignorance is deep and it's pure,
And he struggles to make sense to me anymore.
The streets were filled with piles of clothes,
Some have people in with problems of their own,
And no one even notice when I waited stage left,
A little man was really getting out of his depth,
And your psychotic friend is there banging his gongs,
And his confidence is stead fast and it's sure,
And his ignorance is deep and it's pure,
But he struggles to make a single shred of sense,
To me or anyone anymore.
An opportunity goes past,
Another staring role which seems to be mis-cast,
A moments hesitation is all that it takes,
Before the words come off you better slam on the brakes,
And your psychotic friend is left banging a drum,
And his confidence is stead fast and it's sure,
And his ignorance is deep and it's pure,
But he struggles to make sense to me anymore,
And his confidence is stead fast and it's sure,
And his ignorance is deep and it's pure,
But he struggles to make a single shred of sense,
To me or anyone anymore.
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