Pages - O.C.O.E. (Official Cat Of The Eighties) lyrics

You were such a prophet back in '63, you had all the answers You became the first to set the children free But nothing lasts forever, does it Time goes on and dreams, they wash away You traded in your karma for the 70's, searching for a meaning You rented out your land up in Monterrey, livin' for the city Disco nights, you'd swing, and wonder why O.C.O.E. - you got charisma, O.C.O.E. - you fit the picture O.C.O.E. - you got charisma, O.C.O.E. - you fit the picture Somewhere in the netherworld of cons and scams, lives a lost messiah Rushin' to the future and runnin' from the past, intent on getting higher So knocked out, so real, a hopeless jag O.C.O.E. - you got charisma, O.C.O.E. - you fit the picture O.C.O.E. - you got charisma, O.C.O.E. - you fit the picture So knocked out, so real, a hopeless jag O.C.O.E. - you got charisma, O.C.O.E. - you fit the picture O.C.O.E. - you got charisma, O.C.O.E. - you fit the picture