Got an attitude problem but he'll never solve it
Answer is to evolve his thoughts, how could he know that
His time as a child was guesswork despite
Trying to soak it in, remains dry and dumb
Innocence has nothing to do with it, his brain
Lacks the capacity to filter it and mold it into
Bricks of common sense, a foundation of words
So he can litter these briefings with musings and
Feelings, things he can't deal with, the ceiling
Sits on walls of onion peelings, a reel to real
Process of turning fiction into action
Reactions from the teacher show he got a new believer,
Didn't know he'd need her but she's a senior reliever, so he's
In good hands
It's all a play learn the role know your lines
If you receive any ovations you're doing fine
Screw the audience, they want charlatans, but we
Aren't them, we're ordinary men who have
Put the work in spite of the obvious
Roll your sleeves up, don't ease, keep up
Leave the ball at home or key up
Full cups for the bull mutts, strong hands and tough gut
Gluttons for punishment, side two page one
So put your pen to the pad, subtract and
Add, and keep searching for the sum,
You're on your own now
You're on your own now
These were unused lyrics for a previous project