Probably caused by having to listen to so many bad writers and bimbo queens causing a diabetes epidemic across the American airwaves. You can't tell me Britany Spears and Justin Timberlake belong anywhere besides a Mattel package on a WalMart shelf.
When I first met you
I didn't have a clue
If I was meeting her
Or I was meeting you
The years have been kind
But it shouldn't take that long
To see the course of history
And know where you went wrong
History is personal
Just in larger sense
To see what you've been up to
Look at the evidence
It's not enough to follow
If you don't know where it leaves
Everyone gets something
According to their needs
No more angry prophets
Or philosophers of stone
You've seen the truth already
Leave the truth alone
If you get off the stage
the light will shine on you
In memory of your failure
To come up with something new
Come up with something new
When I first met you
The clouds just rolled away
To reveal the light behind them
You helped me find my way
Everything is personal
And nothing means a thing
You could be driven like the devil
Or you could learn to sing
I don't have a lot of answers
But my questions are so few
If you have the right answers
Just one of them will do
No more angry prophets
Or philosophers of stone
You've seen the truth already
Leave the truth alone
If you get off the stage
the light will shine on you
In memory of your failure
To come up with something new
Come up with something new
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