A silly sort of self-deprecation.
Through the ages we've played the game, and to that they say we should be full of shame, but they don't see. And they don't see me.
In the daytime I might wake up, but I don't feel like anything is rougher than anything, at all - anything that I see.
But you really don't really know much about me.
And I think that's the way it should be.
Telephones are catching a buzz off of our cigarettes while you make a fuss about limousines
and ordinary folks, cause no one really gets it, you know?
I see the writers on the their chopping blocks, they've all got their typewriters and they're willing to talk about the next thing that they're working on. You see, it’s really different and everything goes wrong.
Artists and fisherman both need hooks, and on the television we learn how to cook our drugs with cinematic help, but who wants pay for that girl to love herself?
And I think she looks nicer up on that shelf.
And I think maybe that's the way out.
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