He Stands Alone

He stands alone with his microphone
doust in cologne hair over blown
standing here to atone so on and on he goes
About how life was then how good he'd been
before life was thin before came the men
to steal from him his dream so on and on he goes
Trying to dislodge their lies from their minds
so he can try for better times
and now he cries seeing there stale, cold faces but on and on he goes
Pleading for more hes on the floor
begging those whores to leave through those doors
but its as it was before so on and on he goes.
He sits out of tune in his padded room
proclaiming his lun-acy to noone.


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