Singer Songwriter

Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer

And his kid made a mint off the war

Your father shot stills and then directed films

That your mom did publicity for

I saw your older sis on the year's best book list

And your brother, he manages bands

And you're keen to down play, but you're quick to betray

With one welt and that wave of your hand

You come from wealth

Yeah, you got wealth

What a bitch, they didn't give you much else

I heard cuts by The Kinks on your speakers

I saw Poe and Artaud on your shelves

While The Last Laugh's first scene on your flat panel screen

Lit Chanel that you've wrapped around yourself

You've got outsider art by an artist you arguably kidnapped to pin on the wall

Your designers have slyly directed the eye down pink lines here and your well lit pawn

You've got taste, you've got taste

What a waste that that's all that you have

Oh, you wrote your thesis on the gospel of Thomas

You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat

And this book you once read said there's less people dead at this point now than those who are not

And this film we once saw was reviled for it's flaws

But it's flaws were what made us have fun

And the life some folks have might have made us feel bad

Why feel bad? Man, it's nothing you've done

It's all in your hand

It's all in your hand

Like a gun, like a glove, like a grand

And this thing you once said disappeared from my head

In the time that it took to be amazed

And this thing you once did might have dazzled the kids

But the kids once grown up are gonna walk away

And your world is gonna change nothing

And your world is gonna change nothing

And our world is gonna change nothing

And our world is gonna change nothing

And our world is gonna change nothing