Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer And his kid made a mint off the war Your father shot stills and then directed films That your mom did publicity for I saw your older sis on the year's best book list And your brother, he manages bands And you're keen to down play but you're quick to betray With one welt and that wave of your hand You come from wealth, yeah, you got wealth What a bitch, they didn't give you much else I heard Cuss by The Kinks on your speakers I saw Poe and Artaud on your shelves While The Last Laugh's first scene on your flat panel screen Lit Chanel that you've wrapped around yourself You've got outsider art by an artist You arguably kidnapped to pin on the wall Your designers have slyly directed the eye down Pink lines here and your well lit pawn You've got taste, you've got taste What a waste that that's all that you have Oh, you wrote your thesis on the gospel of Thomas You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat And this book you once read said there's less people dead At this point now than those who are not And this film we once saw was reviled for it's flaws But it's flaws were what made us have fun And the life some folks have might have made us feel bad Why feel bad? Man, it's nothing you've done It's all in your hand, it's all in your hand Like a gun, like a glove, like a grand And this thing you once said disappeared from my head In the time that it took to be amazed And this thing you once did might have dazzled the kids But the kids once grown up are gonna walk away And your world is gonna change nothing And your world is gonna change nothing And our world is gonna change nothing And our world is gonna change nothing And our world is gonna change nothing © JOUNDSONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com