I know a man
Who doesn't have many friends
I know a place he lives
Where trouble never ends
I know its hard for him
To read 'tween the lines
And his days are getting so much shorter
He simply turns away
And dons a bitter frown
His world is [bad word] His ship is weighted down
He doesn't care
As long as he can wear the crown
I know this man all too well
Its my poor friend me
portrayal of the great dichotomy
(a reminder of a tragic history)
Its my poor friend me
And [bad word] out of steam
I know there are people
Who are cynical and vain
They point their finger
'cuz they can't accept the blame
They live their lives
Under a blanket of shame and their progeny
Crawl from underneath it
Lately [bad word] To see the solution
And it begins with me
But I'm so fallibly human
I've picked the lock
But will not turn the key

Of [bad word] scared
We live, breathe and die
Off to a world, our time is slipping on by
We have solutions, but don't even try
And I feel I know just who to blame