Innocent Living

I wasn't killing them
Just walking around them,
Not even with them.
I wasn't poisoning their drink
Just looking at them,
Not even serving them.
It feels dirty and disgusting
To be misunderstood.
If I would have spoken,
I would have been shot.
Now that I've kept shut,
Maybe I'm still alive.
Living so miserably,
Why do innocent people live???

There's no point being nice
If you can't pretend to be nice.
If you want to be good,
You must be made of wood.
So the attacks won't hurt
With the guns and the words.
But then they'll shred you to pieces
And put you up in flames.
If I could really kill,
I would already be dead.
But they've tied down my hands,
And not letting me stand.
Living so miserably,
Why do innocent people live???

Sideman

You've made a sideman out of me,
Nobody knows us as we.
It's only you,
Who gets the best view.

You ruined all my crop,
And made your way to the top.
You know how it goes ,
Above the thorns there's a rose.

In the whole wide world's eyes,
You call me unwise.
You drink champagne with ice,
After my sacrifice.

You know all the world's games,
And you play them with me.
And when they call you names,
You say they wouldn't let you be.

Then you let me down ,
And send me home.
Because you want the crown,
And call it your own.

Master of the Strings

Oh mighty master of the strings
Just let go
Of the puppet in your hands.
Just let him go,
Let his mind flow.
Just set him free,
And let him be.

If there's a reason for your ways,
Just let him know,
And then let him go.
Don't get his nerve,
Let him find love.
Don't live his life,
W while he goes dry.

He may turn back and treat you bad,
If you put him down,
Beneath your palm.
You make him cry,
Just let him shine.
When he goes wrong,
He'll learn a song
Called life.

So, mighty master of the strings,
Just let go
Of the puppet
In your hands.
Let him live his life,
Not a lie.

The Hellish Cold

You're not cool
You're just cold
You're the biggest fool
Put yourself on hold.

You're the definition
Of what everybody loves hating
You have no competition
You're really very irritating.

You tear my skin apart
I feel the chill down to my bones
I know you have no heart
You feel like someone's throwing stones.

Slowing down my life
My hand is frozen now
And my palms, they're all white
And I really hate you how.

You've been around for sometime
You're the bitter cold you know
You're getting worse not better
With the bitter winds that blow.

I'll be glad when you leave
The misery will end
But then again I'll weep
When you haunt me again.

The worker's bun

Have you ever seen a worker
Eating a bun
After a hard day
In the sun.

Do you feel really bad
For him are you sad
Do you feel there is misery
And the floor is so slippery
All you want to do is just run,
Away
As he still eats his bun.

Can you change his world
Give him a golden bun
Does the inside of you
Seem to punish you
Could you give him some fun
As he's still only eating his bun.

How would he see you
If he could free you
From the crime of helping him out
In front of such a huge crowd
And the people are close to none
Who would pay for his bun.

Hypocrites ...

All of them keep themselves beneath thick fog
They promise u they’ll come out in the spring
They tell the others
They’ll be seen when the sun comes out
In thick fog
They hate the sun and love the winter
They hate you too
Pretend to love you
But give you signs all the time
That they hate you

A bunch of magicians they think of themselves
Evil magic they try all the time
Leave out a trick or two purposely
Occasionally they make you believe they’re nice
And then add poison to your wine
Those are the people to stay away
If your life’s happy it’ll stay that way

Money !!

Money is the root of all evil
Money is the God of all people
Money demolished us
And then abolished love
Don’t know why
Everybody's trying to save money
I thought it was powerful enough to protect itself

Money created power
It made relations sour
Money gave position
Created competition
Don’t know why
Everybody's trying to save money
I thought it was powerful enough to protect itself

Money defined success
Money denied social access
People crazy all over money
I find it really funny
Don’t know why
Everybody's trying to save money
I thought it was powerful enough to protect itself

Money can’t buy me love
Can’t buy me lover's touch
Money is the lowest link
Tries to fly without any wings
Everybody's trying to save money
Now I know why they worry.

The World ...

It's nobody's turn
But everybody's world
Everything to make
Nothing to take
The longing for fun
Satisfaction for none
Respect for all
But some rise tall
Constructive inventions
Banned by convention
Love for real ones
No one for real love
A world for the brave
And those near their grave
No space for liars
Emotions of wires
All for peace and good
All get sleep and food
Ask for peace without being told
While being offered all the gold.