Prodigal Tots

For me music's a narcotic

Beyond the healing power of antibiotics and hypnotics

Watch me push my products

To the prodigal tots

Grow them up to methodical robots

Proud parents applaud the work ethic

Oblivious to symptoms and blind spots within them

I wasn't born this way

I grew to the man that stands before you today

With the help of countless blind eyes that were happy to oblige

Take your time with the interpretation

Lest you lose the story's message in the translation

Pay attention while I offer up the narration

See I had a band, we wrote some songs, we got along famously

But missing puzzle pieces made the puzzle wrong and incomplete

As time went on the body count was a roll-call for the victims of routine

So I jumped ship and inflated my passions and went to sea

I always wrote but I couldn't sing

Though every note danced in my brain

Every moment, the words, they came

Every moment became a day

Every day became a stepping stone

A guessing game I played alone

I stumbled and I slipped and I tripped and I fell

But oh well

All my heroes carry guns

Take this, and take this, and take this and run

Don't stop, update everyone

A basement full of idiots

Hooked on the box, smoking pot

They had a gift, they had a vision, they forgot

But I remember like it's present tense

That I've been trapped in ever since

Experienced a metamorphosis of how I rock

Another disillusioned son

Another CD pressed and spun

Another kid that wants to rap to solve his problems claiming therapy

Claiming he's the one

Claiming all sorts of unfounded stuff he's not

Claiming a lot

Claiming he's a prodigal tot

So I shed my skin of an instrument

That I was clinging t