My Fellow Man

Now the road less traveled, that's a worn one

That sure does sort of feel like it's a shortcut

With that being said

I'd rather navigate a maze with a corn husk

Sadly, Sally went and saddled a horse

Now I was paddling oars stuck in gravel

I'm a matador that's grabbing the horns

I'm going backwards and forth on tours

Cause I'm more forlorn when the war's won

I mourn for what was torment

And tore up the corpses

And poured out the forties

For all that these unfortunate sons that were captured before us

Lord, give me mercy

When words don't work, I birthed my worst thoughts

The oratory talks with contorted forked tongues

That form a firm knot

Perform like it's normal

Ignore the fourth wall

With Warhol portraits in corridors

Halls and border doors locked

With fortified mortar to ward off the morning

Some say that happiness is a warm gun

But they don't have to visit the morgue, huh?

And they don't give support for the mortgage, of course not

Cause it ain't their kids standing at the border or forefront

It's a foregone conclusion, a sore spot

Born from the boredom, a sword swung

We hung on the corners, storefronts, and porches

Where some got tortured and drawn out and quartered

And there was no remorse or reports done

The stories got recorded, not word one

But I'm a tour de force, of torts of sorts

From courts with scoreboards galore

So I'm kinda like a raconteur for the hurt young

And when it's any port in the storm, I prefer none

I'm losing faith in my fellow man

What a wasted race, I am well aware

Waving with bell in hand, pages of telegrams

Yelling, trying to tell him that I'm losing faith in my fellow man

What a wasted race, I am well aware

Waving with bell in hand, pages of telegrams

Yelling, trying to tell him that I'm losing faith

I've learned some hard lessons and then some