maandag 9 maart 2009

Liedje voor biddag

Voor iedereen die de hemel wilde bestormen maar eindigde in een company car.



Mike was right when he said I'd put up
A fight to be someone, a fight to be me
But see now, I'm down
Under the pavement
Of Capitals hills and lowercase people
As time rolls by my dreams have become
That which is attainable
Now what I'm looking for!

I've got the company car
I'm the one swinging at two below par
Yeah, I've become one with the ones
That I've never believed in
But I've got the company car

(Hey)I'm the king of things I've always
despised
I'm the gingerbread man
Who got eaten alive
I'm half baked! I'm fake!
But see I've got hotels on
Park Place and Boardwalk
And two hundred bucks
I pass go but, oh! Life's taken it's toll
Have I won monopoly to forfeit my soul?

All the kings horses
At the foot of the wall
They're taking pictures of
The man who's last all of his
Masks of pretension
He's got two faces left
His is the one that he hides
On the left behind that smile

Hiding tears and fear
That burn like an engine
It drives him away
From the ones that he loves
Mike was right:
"Hey Mike! We're one and the same;
We're the faceless combatants in the
loneliest game"
Ah but say, I'll wave as I'm driving by
With that smirk in my eye, yelling
"Hey, I'm something man, check me
out!"


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