the imitation picks you up like a habit riding in the glow of the tv static taking out the trash to the man give the people something they understand
mistake a nervous flash for a fine line smile junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style rich man in a poor man's clothes the permanent installment of the daily dose
and you tell me, fool, you tell it like it is your word's gone wider than your headtrip is checking into a small reality boring as a drug you take too regularly
the athlete's laugh, the broken crutch the first true love folded at the slightest touch brought down like an old hotel people digging through the rubble for things they can resell
"happy holidays," said Sid the Saviour believe in love I still favour i won't take your medicine, i don't need a remedy to be everything i'm supposed to be i don't want nobody else i can do it by myself we're meant to be together
now i'm a policeman directing traffic keeping everything moving, everything static i'm the hitchhiker you'll recognize passing on your way to some everlasting...
better sell it while you can better sell it while you can better sell it while you can better sell it while you can