pointing at the mic with a Marlboro lit. He’d ask no one and everyone “Who’s up?” I hope I’ve got ketchup pouring or a salt shaker shaking when Your name here walks in. I hate James Dean moments without a cigarette lit That Carolina smoke going like a train that we all dance with meeting in this smoked room. I’ve been waiting for Your name here to walk in, grab about fifty napkins, and do his famous cookie monster impression. I hope I’ve got a noise maker or fireworks going off when Your name here walks in. I hate James Dean moments without a cigarette lit.
These Days Stability is just around the corner It is building up While we are waiting, Keep the fat cats fat And give the poor some Dream some hope some speech To believe in The poor are sheep to shear And bah, bah, bah No one wants to listen No one wants to hear 50