What could I say?
What was I after?
I forgot but you figured it out for me
Again with
Your radio silence
Who could I have been?
Taking a number
Take it no more but again I get up
To be the tourist
Or am I the pilot?
I know I know I know I know better
than to think at all of tough luck
motherfucker who was born a clown
And what was this
but a natural disaster?
Caught up with the pig as
he was flying half mast
A little dangerous
But you had to try it
I can see you don't know how to steer
The car left the road and was found
without its mirrors
You play the victim
And I'll play the blind man
I know better...