Mystic Roller Coaster Ride

He walks in his life

afraid of all the people he carries a knife

and he'll never find his switch blade wife

cause she's got an agenda

she's got a noiseproof helmet and she doesn't intend

to take it off for anyone

and who could've blamed her

the media maimed her

the boy he's a stranger

a nighttime arranger

always in danger

of losing his temper

a captive of anger

a babe in a manger

and the mother mother

she says make like a good boy and follow your brother

down the champagne lane of superstars who go insane

and the father father

always had the chance but never wanted to bother

he just sits around with his wine glass full and a flipped up collar

and who could've blamed him

the battle had drained him

the enemies claimed him

the prisonmen chained him

alone in a strange land

nobody named him

he made up his own plans

he built it with his hands

now the room feels empty

a breeze it blows across the sky moving gently

towards the other side, a mystic roller coaster ride

and all the little people

dress up all in black and gather in the steeple

and they hold their hands and remember the dear old man

and who could have gave him

a medal for brave men

who do nothing else

but save other poor men

he lended his own hand

did everything he can

but who could've paved him

the road to redemption