The Hard Sell

I’m paranoid and sick of this world’s misconceptions of things I did
My language poured across this wrist in a metaphoric disaster
My guess, I’m missing out the punch line
Unless this hanging noose is fitted to be all mine.
I Stood by everything I loved
While you never understood me much
'Cause there’s only one of me
And to many of you you fighting over nothing
Oh, there’s never enough cool for everyone
And before you know it you’re selling out to be in
I Stood by everything I loved
While you never understood me much
These eyes ungoverned are tearing us apart
Their ears forsaken have given up on art
Now, why believe in anything they praise
When one hand holds them the victor
While the other holds the shovel to their graves
I Stood by everything I loved
While you never understood me much
Oh, this ticket window has closed
Save your money, baby…
The next show’s about to start
Where else can you get to watch this talent fall…
One by one they drop