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reason is gone this brain is out of practice thinking is alien it's alien to me the day is through the lights are off and i'm alone again electrons comfort me the television is my only friend there was a time that i swore this would never happen to me i look for inspiration like i've done so many times there's something missing here i can't define would you like to come to a place inside my head or would you like to watch me fall asleep instead indecision, television takes my mind away growing stronger how much longer will things be this way i look at my close friends they wear expressions of concern they don't want me to forget all that they think i've learned i've explained my situation but why can't they see friday's just another night for me now there's a feeling that i get when i'm at peace with all i see and it's a rare time that i spend with no one else around but me these moments are so precious now getting better just like wine but wine won't make me happy there was a time i thought it would i thought it could i thought it should now turned around i'm looking down there's nothing there but i can still see myself a lonely boy
it was a day like any other my son he turned to me and said father wherever did we go so wrong i thought it over for a minute and said son for twelve years there was a circus sometimes i want to dream my life away and other times it all seems wrong still other days i want to throw my life away that's when i know i don't belong now when i'm down some people ask me just when and where my luck did change i smile and say the eighties broke my spirit 'cause when the circus came to town i was in it's way this charade is not for me just put aside what i think it means to me just put aside my eccentricities there's nothing for me in this one horse town at least until the circus came around
i want to tell you a story of virility and stifled sexuality a self appointed entity makes laws without mixed company you say abortion isn't right but it's not your fucking life keep your morals to yourself get your hands off of me i'm supposed to be free there are those who wear a badge and a well pressed set of blues they live there lives in tension and release is overdue they say they've got a job to do protecting me and you but if that's what you call protection get your hands off of me i'm supposed to be free in the history of america derision has it's place but everyone's a patriotic kiss ass to your face still we throw our lives away for the good, old u.s.a. but i'll still tell you get your hands off of me |
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