No More Star Tattoos

Keep on starin' long enough and

you just might start a fire ever

get the feeling that you don't

belong?

I've had that one a few times

now & my charred & smoking

burnt remains just don't care

to know about what you think I'm

on.

Sharpened spikes on brand new

shoes have kicked me against

the wall and these charlatans

have put me in my place.

The same sort of pomp and

circumstance that makes the

real world so tough to take

is being picked up here and

thrown back in my face.

If it's not obvious that the

best jokes should be dangerous

then we're pissin' on each

other's graves and puttin' out

each other's fires on the

balance beam between the

antagonists and the two-faced

fuckin' liars.