You've got thoughts, that belong in museums You got words, but none of them real Small hands, keep ‘em where I can see ‘em This whole world is about to explode, boys and girls You don’t fool anyone, except yourself You got cake, but you've not got the distance You got cash, but us cats got the cream You got faith, well here's the resistance You...Learn More

I was all you wanted me to be Plaster cast with your name on Follow you to the end To be lost in your footprints Soak it up, every shadow Follow you to the end Lift the veil from the deadbeat trees Broken wings on black vultures Follow you to the end Nightingale send the brass band home Set sail, the horizon Follow you to the end Whatever,...Learn More