Remember me when I met you back in Chicago? Filthy bum (twenty plus some) with an old platitude "Mending fences or mending souls" That was all you had to say But fate was fair my friend Now it's your turn to walk in my place
Tell me how's the view from down there- come on don't you like it? Suddenly you are no one and you feel like a freak Down and out you just might find out who you really are Sorry I can't join you right now I'd love to stay but can't be late for my happy hour Now don't get caught up in your paranoia just accept that we both – lose if there's a confrontation Well I think we've got to find some good excuse with a prospect of detente
But standing my ground I have drawn the line past which there can be no more compromise
Somebody help me find a way out of it I'm quite sure there must be more than meets the eye A matter of what's inside Pretending my soul can hide from the outside When everyone can see we're hiding tragedy
Social Marginal- Setting the stage for our power struggle Social Marginal- Engaging you in a test of wills Social Marginal- No diversions please It's time to wear your gameface It's time to wear it now.....just put it on.
Now don't get caught up in your paranoia just accept that we both lose if there's a confrontation And it's all we've got to find a crucible can't we compromise? Now.
Somebody help me find a way out of it I'm quite sure there must be more than meets the eye A matter of what's inside Pretending my soul can hide from the outside When everyone can see we're hiding tragedy Now.
Social Marginal- setting the stage for our power struggle Social Marginal- Engaging you in a test of wills Social Marginal- No diversions please It's time to wear your gameface It's time to wear it now – right now.
Mending fences, mending souls? Read between the lines and you'll know Now. Now it's your turn to accept me- Now.
....But caught up in your own self-righteousness All you can do is say – "you first".