Over Being Under

I missed the offering, friends

none of us will reach the top

remember what I said

I’m selling out to the beat of that song in your head

“hey, hey, hey!! I’m stuck in back”

“I’m all the way up front”

“well I’m gonna take it slow”

I’m gonna face the fact that I’m a pro

you cannot pray for

they might as well be dying

and I want to find the only way

over and under

over and out, sir

celebrate the hedonist thought

and then we’ll rage for half an hour

until the devil’s lying naked passed out in my bed

you let him in, so get him out

caviar might taste the same with

antique platters decked with shit

bless the fame

(I missed the offering of caviar, with my head in the sand)

(I might have had a dish or two)

diamonds don’t mean shit if you don’t mine them for the world

they keep fighting over me they’ll waste a fight again

I’m so over it and you’re under it. wasted violent trends

they keep fighting over me. a waste of violent trends.