Twenty Eight
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
I think it has been a year, good fucking Christ. What did I do to deserve this? Surely I'm not the only wild, drug-loving journalist to trash a hotel room. I'm sure there are even some people, criminals, etc, who have done worse.
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
We fucking played this song on loop for hours, hours upon end. It never ended. Sort of like my stay here, day after day after day of the same boring bullshit, the same ugly people, the same lack of story. Sure, the first month of two there was plenty to write about, plenty to observe, plenty to get enraged about and drink myself into a stupor. But what now? What next? When will the light appear at the end of the tunnel. When will something exciting and new happen?
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
Not even a piece of shit election gets me excited anymore. What's the point? We're not the ones running this city. We're the toys, the puppets with out strings being tugged. I've come to realize, city, that no matter how much bitching I do, or how much bitching you do. Or how horrible you thought that curse was, or how sad you are that little Josephine got eaten, or poisoned, or raped and killed.
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because it will all keep happening, we will all still be stuck here. The days will only get worse, the dead will only come back, and no matter how many times you say you didn't want to fuck little Billy during that curse, you can't control it. Fuck you and fuck me for not realizing it sooner.
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind.
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
I think it has been a year, good fucking Christ. What did I do to deserve this? Surely I'm not the only wild, drug-loving journalist to trash a hotel room. I'm sure there are even some people, criminals, etc, who have done worse.
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
We fucking played this song on loop for hours, hours upon end. It never ended. Sort of like my stay here, day after day after day of the same boring bullshit, the same ugly people, the same lack of story. Sure, the first month of two there was plenty to write about, plenty to observe, plenty to get enraged about and drink myself into a stupor. But what now? What next? When will the light appear at the end of the tunnel. When will something exciting and new happen?
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
Not even a piece of shit election gets me excited anymore. What's the point? We're not the ones running this city. We're the toys, the puppets with out strings being tugged. I've come to realize, city, that no matter how much bitching I do, or how much bitching you do. Or how horrible you thought that curse was, or how sad you are that little Josephine got eaten, or poisoned, or raped and killed.
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because it will all keep happening, we will all still be stuck here. The days will only get worse, the dead will only come back, and no matter how many times you say you didn't want to fuck little Billy during that curse, you can't control it. Fuck you and fuck me for not realizing it sooner.
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind.