How He Got There

 Deny unlawful remedies

Proclaims a man on a busy street

Overtaken by the hands of time

He spices up his story

Belching empty rhetoric

False demands that we all must meet

His voice just echoes back at him

 

Every day seems just a little sadder

He can read it in the sky

But he doesn’t care about the weather

Things were fine

Back when his mind still used to shine

Before the people of his time

Started pushing from behind

And started pissing on whatever held it all together

 

Their brains are no longer sane

My mind no longer mine

 

So piss on the anchorman

Who must hate the world he recaps everyday

His cameraman, who informs the world

But got lost along the way

Piss on the passers-by

Who want their news with no delay

The broker in the alleyway, piss on him too

He doesn’t listens anyway

The petty first time offenders

The bored housewives, the plastic pretenders

The policeman at the pretzel stand

The busker, his f*****g one-man band

Raking it in behind the newsstand

Piss on them all

 

My brain’s no longer sane

My mind no longer mine

 

Then he unplugs

And everything goes black

Or white

Whatever you believe

Or whatever is funnier