Intro:
Let s begin
With the past in front
And all the things
You really don t care about now
It d be exactly where I m at
And to think
You got a grip
Look at yourself
Your lips are like two flaps of fat
They go front and back and flappity flap
I m all staged
It s all an act
I m really scared that I may fall back on the abstract
It d be exactly where I m at
If you re to be
The roaming eye
Pry it open and let me tell you why it sees
The harsh realities