My mouth is dry as a powder sticking to my tongue
My throat is raw, my gums are filmed and tart
I cannot wrench a smile from lips that once were young
But I can bare my teeth and that's a start
And you haven't a clue what's going on inside
This head pointed at you and drivelling on
Now Leonard Cohen used to bend his words this way
To try and make a song out of a speech
But thanks to rap we minstrel types can get away
With melody and murder out of reach
And you haven't got a clue what's on in this slender mind
Watch out, watch out for the quicksand at your feet
When you look at me, ooh, what do you?
Looking back at you, ooh, what can it be?
And you haven't a clue what's happening in this song
Well hey, neither do I and I don't care
So you, pack up your cares and woes and sing along
To all of the ignorance we share
When you look at me, ooh, what do you see?
Looking back at you, you all disagree
Is it me or you, ooh, it's hard to see
From another view, who this fool might be