The moralist on the mountaintop The cap gun cowboy caught playin' dress up Patrols his cartoon beat with his costume clothes
The damn fool with his ten ton chip His bourgeois blues And his heartbreak habit Slings his lightning bolts His arrows and stones
But you could do it forever It won't make you better Cause you won't find your mark You could use a mirror To see your target clearer But bad blood hijacked your heart
But you got what you asked for So don't even start You're never a victim So own what you did son Admit what you are
Dead weight in a tightrope trance The pain pill creatures stray in his wasteland Clenched teeth and a canyon he can't cross
There's me racing right along The jukebox jester stuck on the same song Mouth full of lies a head full of holes
Until I got worried You saw the life I could lead If I backed up off that rope And let the ground come to me Steady under my knees And my anger blurrin' into hope
I asked for perspective And it untied my hands I see the relapsed way I chose my own way Can't blame me for that
So when you're sorry And one day you will be I wish you all the best
I hope that you drop softly And it don't end too badly And your raging head can finally rest And you could be honest And rescue yourself
But I'll walk my own way I'll go where you won't go You won't put me through hell, no no Cause now I see through you Believe what you need to Go haunt someone else