Someone keeps repeating what I say
One hundred years before it's said.
It doesn't make me feel good.
That same someone scored a goal
When I put the puck in the net,
And I'm still shut out while he's leading the league.
Who?
Is this someone?
I find out, I'll make him pay.
Meanwhile, I will patent all my moves.
I'll write them down here in my book.
I'll have a record there.
Hey there! Mr. Justice,
I have brought unto you a book
In which I document myself in many ways.
"Hey there! Mr. No One,
I have recognized this writing as my own,
And you have forged it as your own."
Who?
When I get out of forger's prison,
I will be on record as having done
Something on my own.
I'm looking slightly less than visible today.
I think and therefore I am enslaved.
My little book of verse is words and thoughts of ages
Of accidents like me.
Someone keeps repeating what I sing
One million years before it's sung.
Well, it doesn't make me feel good.
Who? Who? Who?
1 | Bad Time to Be Poor |
2 | Record Body Count |
3 | The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald |
4 | The Tarleks |
5 | Claire |
6 | King of the Past |
7 | Stolen Car |
8 | California Dreamline |
9 | Northern Wish |
10 | Queer |