Skiing - Modern Guy
A dimension, an expression of dementia
A failed repression of the things that I'd like to hide
When secrets reveal before the time is right
I`m on the stage having forgotten these lines
If I included you in production or crew
What would you do, knowing full well
I'm not professional and that I'm not the man
I claim to be, but when is a good time
to make an embarrassment of myself
Oh I am just a modern guy
and the end is almost nigh
A diversion, a digression, a mistake I've made again
Watching TV in the dark, there are no lights
Coming on, senses getting number every hour
My mind is getting dumber, stale, and dour
If I came to you would you see my through
As my personal guru, or banish me from your room
I'm not so hopeless yet, and I can tell myself
10,000 times again, but it's lasting long I fear
At the passing of each new year
Now sitting cozy, feeling well, the simple
Furnishings of a padded cell, up at dawn, asleep
At dusk, 3 balanced meals in therapists
I do trust, but is this living now I sing
The kind of the jungle has been made too tame
But what's to even defend It's so broken It's unable
To mend, your life is as short as mine, and that's a song
As old as time, but it's lasting far too long I fear
At the passing of each and every year
A failed repression of the things that I'd like to hide
When secrets reveal before the time is right
I`m on the stage having forgotten these lines
If I included you in production or crew
What would you do, knowing full well
I'm not professional and that I'm not the man
I claim to be, but when is a good time
to make an embarrassment of myself
Oh I am just a modern guy
and the end is almost nigh
A diversion, a digression, a mistake I've made again
Watching TV in the dark, there are no lights
Coming on, senses getting number every hour
My mind is getting dumber, stale, and dour
If I came to you would you see my through
As my personal guru, or banish me from your room
I'm not so hopeless yet, and I can tell myself
10,000 times again, but it's lasting long I fear
At the passing of each new year
Now sitting cozy, feeling well, the simple
Furnishings of a padded cell, up at dawn, asleep
At dusk, 3 balanced meals in therapists
I do trust, but is this living now I sing
The kind of the jungle has been made too tame
But what's to even defend It's so broken It's unable
To mend, your life is as short as mine, and that's a song
As old as time, but it's lasting far too long I fear
At the passing of each and every year
A dimension, an expression of dementia
A failed repression of the things that I'd like to hide
When secrets reveal before the time is right
I`m on the stage having forgotten these lines
If I included you in production or crew
What would you do, knowing full well
I'm not professional and that I'm not the man
I claim to be, but when is a good time
to make an embarrassment of myself
Oh I am just a modern guy
and the end is almost nigh
A diversion, a digression, a mistake I've made again
Watching TV in the dark, there are no lights
Coming on, senses getting number every hour
My mind is getting dumber, stale, and dour
If I came to you would you see my through
As my personal guru, or banish me from your room
I'm not so hopeless yet, and I can tell myself
10,000 times again, but it's lasting long I fear
At the passing of each new year
Now sitting cozy, feeling well, the simple
Furnishings of a padded cell, up at dawn, asleep
At dusk, 3 balanced meals in therapists
I do trust, but is this living now I sing
The kind of the jungle has been made too tame
But what's to even defend It's so broken It's unable
To mend, your life is as short as mine, and that's a song
As old as time, but it's lasting far too long I fear
At the passing of each and every year
A failed repression of the things that I'd like to hide
When secrets reveal before the time is right
I`m on the stage having forgotten these lines
If I included you in production or crew
What would you do, knowing full well
I'm not professional and that I'm not the man
I claim to be, but when is a good time
to make an embarrassment of myself
Oh I am just a modern guy
and the end is almost nigh
A diversion, a digression, a mistake I've made again
Watching TV in the dark, there are no lights
Coming on, senses getting number every hour
My mind is getting dumber, stale, and dour
If I came to you would you see my through
As my personal guru, or banish me from your room
I'm not so hopeless yet, and I can tell myself
10,000 times again, but it's lasting long I fear
At the passing of each new year
Now sitting cozy, feeling well, the simple
Furnishings of a padded cell, up at dawn, asleep
At dusk, 3 balanced meals in therapists
I do trust, but is this living now I sing
The kind of the jungle has been made too tame
But what's to even defend It's so broken It's unable
To mend, your life is as short as mine, and that's a song
As old as time, but it's lasting far too long I fear
At the passing of each and every year
