What Did For The Dinosaurs

4 o'clock this morning

I was Woken from a dream

In which my bones were reassembled

In a minor league museum

And blaze children with their worksheets

Had to find out who I was back then

When I used to walk the earth

Churning out my finely crafted songs

And sloping to the bathroom

Through the darkenss of the landing

I sat down to have a piss

'Cause it was easier than standing

And imagined my exhibit being

Crated up for storage in an

Airtight basement room

Archived where it probably belongs

I look at you and fail to understand

Just what it is that gives you wealth and fame

When so many people seem to have exactly what you've got

But somehow it never quite works out the same

Is it luck?

Is it friends?

Or is it something more obvious that I can't see?

One thing I'm really certain about

It isn't aimed at guys like me

Is it only me that thinks you're an obnoxious poser?

Or does everyone else think so too?

Strutting around like you're gods gift to the world

While you disciples form a disorderly queue

Well let me play devils advocate for a moment

And publicly state that you are scum

I can tell from the howls of disapproval

That I'm in a minority of one.

Yeah

And now I'm through with avuncular diplomacy

I've stopped saying "I think I need to hear some more"

Cause this stuff is rubbish, I can't stand it that's that

And I don't care if I sound like a dinosaur

I never thought I'd come across like my dad

When I played my Ackles, my Love and my Shy Limbs

All I can say, is I suddenly looking in the mirror

And I found I'd turned into him