Mascara hides the sleepless nights
Years of abuse, the downs and highs
A lonely drunk staggers on stage
Weathered and worn, battered and broken, I feel my age
Like a puppet on strings, look he strums and he sings, I feel like a cartoon
I'm alone on the stage, I'm the man on the moon
I'm the deer in the headlights, I'm the fish in the bowl
I'm on automatic pilot, I am remote controlled
Just a second guitarist, playing on the 3rd string
I'm the disclaimer, I'm a walking routine
I'm happily a cog, stand me up, plug me in
Like a robot I play all the songs, with a grin
I am Eric Melvin
| 1 | Don't Call Me White |
| 2 | Linoleum |
| 3 | Bob |
| 4 | Lori Meyers |
| 5 | Whoops, I Od'd |
| 6 | You're Wrong |
| 7 | The Decline |
| 8 | Stickin In My Eye |
| 9 | Franco Un-American |
| 10 | Creeping Out Sara |