Standard (EADGBE)

the moralist on the mountaintop

the capgun cowboy caught playin dressup

patrols his cartoon beat with his costume clothes

the damn fool with his ten ton chip

his bourgeois blues

and his heartbreak habit

slings his lightning bolts

his arrows and stones

but you could do it forever

it wont make you better

cause you wont find your mark

you could use a mirror

to see your target clearer

but bad blood hijacked your heart

but you got what you asked for

so dont even start

you're never a victim

so own what you did son

admit what you are.

dead weight in a tightrope trance

the painpill creatures stray in his wasteland

clenched teeth and a canyon he cant cross

theres me racing right along

the jukebox jester stuck on the same song

mouth full of lies a head full of holes

until i got worried

you saw the life i could lead

if i backed up off that rope

and let the ground come to me

steady under my knees

and my anger blurrin into hope

i asked for perspective

and it untied my hands

i see the role I play

i chose my own way

cant blame me for that

(Interlude)

so when you're sorry

and one day you will be

i wish you all the best

i hope that you drop softly

and it dont end too badly

and your ragin head can finally rest

and you could be honest

and rescue yourself

but ill walk my own way

ill go where you wont go

you wont put me through hell, no no.

cause now i see through you

believe what you need to

go haunt someone else