Michelangelo

I'm a three-legged dog

Workin' with what I got

And part of me will always be

Looking for what I lost

There's a fly around my head

Waiting for the day I drop dead

My DNA looks pretty strange

Can you see it on my breath?

You're a virus and you come back

At the first sign of weakness

Treatable, not curable

And I'm building up a resistance

I wanna be the blank white screen

Allow the movies to be seen

Comedy, tragedy

Come and go, but none become me

You play the villain

In the age-old tale I've been living

Since I was young, far too young

To know the role I was given

I'm Michelangelo

And I carve myself out of marble

When I don’t know how to grow

Flowers out of arrows

I'm a three-legged dog

Looking for what I lost