Blurred spectacle, ineffectual - let's call it romantic.
On awakening I look straight at the sun.
I'm pinned to the corner like the class clown.
But once I get in front I'll let you drown like a cat.
'Till I'm dealt that card
the engine's on,
I'm in the car.
One suck on the pipe and
I'll be gone.
I'm accountable, I'm responsible - you can call me pragmatic.
What took away the fame? Could it be built up again - the acclaim and the constant eulogies for class clowns like me?
But once I get in front I'll terrorize all I want
and the world wont turn...
stops and stagnates... disintegrates.
This romantic dream keeps you in a cage...
Should I not fraternize with these angels I've loved?
But if I'm out of time, I'll say my goodbyes and float downstream...
and have cynics witness me grow rotten at the seams...
On awakening I look straight at the sun.
I'm pinned to the corner like the class clown.
But once I get in front I'll let you drown like a cat.
'Till I'm dealt that card
the engine's on,
I'm in the car.
One suck on the pipe and
I'll be gone.
I'm accountable, I'm responsible - you can call me pragmatic.
What took away the fame? Could it be built up again - the acclaim and the constant eulogies for class clowns like me?
But once I get in front I'll terrorize all I want
and the world wont turn...
stops and stagnates... disintegrates.
This romantic dream keeps you in a cage...
Should I not fraternize with these angels I've loved?
But if I'm out of time, I'll say my goodbyes and float downstream...
and have cynics witness me grow rotten at the seams...