Pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger longer for the sunshine waiting for an early rise won't it just shame you? shall I stop and blame you? no one's gonna call you an ambitious teacher or a "get things done" move on to the next one achiever
You will always be nearly a dreamer you got by the misleading name of Mr. Believer
caustic remarks throw you aside distraught with disbelief buried alive oh and I have seen the likes of you grow weaker each pa**ing, men like me digging your grave deeper rapped up and blindfolded barely breathing broke nowhere to go but eyes still shining you cra** cowardly clown there's no "Shangri-La" and it don't get any better than right where you are