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Well, Mr Someone that I’ve never met
I’m not the bookie you owe for the bet
I’m not the ghost at the top of the stair
Did I ever tell you how much I don’t care?
Hey, Mr. Someone, I don’t know at all
Do you have a therapist that you can call?
You don’t like my words? Was it something I did?
You don’t like my face, or the cut of my jib?
I’ve been here before, and I’ll be here again.
Nobody gets famous by practicing Zen
Tell me what can I do
to make things right with you?
Should I change my name?
Should I up my game?
Are you a rational sort...
Are you batshit insane?
It turns out that I am a pretty nice guy
What did you say? No, I can’t tell you why
It’s a light in the water or maybe the air
that makes me so hot and, you know, debonair
You know, whatever it is
that you don’t like in me
Is a projection of you
how you think I should be
You look in the mirror
don’t like what you see
I’m not the reason
that you aren’t free
Oh! This will not do
This will not do
We’re not the same,
and I am not you
Did somebody touch you when you were quite young?
Are you one of those bells in the night that got rung?
Were you singing a tune, and instead you got sung?
You thought you’d hang out, but instead you got hung?
I wish I could help you get out of your head
Would you prefer a drink or a blowjob instead?
Do you need a hug and a friend by your side,
someone you like, who’s along for the ride?
Tell me what can I do
to make things right with you?
Should I change my name?
Should I up my game?
Are you a rational sort...
Are you batshit insane?
Look, Mr Someone, somewhere in the dark
It’s not my fault if you can’t make your mark
Famous and rich are a dangerous game,
and the final results are always the same
It’s not my fault; life went sideways on you
What can I say? What can I do?
The prosthetics are hung by the chimney with care,
cause maybe St. Nick will come down the stair
or appear at the door or walk through a wall
Christmas is coming. Let’s unwrap it all.
I know why you’re angry, but I’m not the cause
The rats in the pudding are not Santa Claus
They are here to destroy everything that is good
They hate love and mercy. They hate brotherhood.
Pull up a chair, and I’ll tell you the truth
about love and fear and the fountain of youth.
The swimmers are trapped in the chains of the sea
I’m not the lifeguard. The problem’s not me
Tell me what can I do
to make things right with you?
Should I change my name?
Should I up my game?
Are you a rational sort...
Are you batshit insane?
So long, Mr. Someone that I’ve never met
It’s what you don’t do that you come to regret
The people in stir hate the ones who are free
You’re a hostage to fortune. You can’t blame me
So long, Mr. Someone says no one at all
If you’re ever in town, well, give me a call
We’ll hit some clubs and drink until dawn,
and then, Mr. Someone, I will be gone.
And then, Mr. Someone, I will be gone.
