I'm sitting at the party, watching all these fools walk around.
Will they even notice if the world came crashing down?
Or are they more concerned with the spot on her new red dress.
Someone get some club soda to clean up this ugly mess.
They're on a sinking ship, watching the life rings float by
They're not worried anymore.
They'll be more content sitting on the ocean floor.
She's sitting on the back seat, back seat of the bus.
That's where they told her to sit and not to make a fuss.
She stands up tall and walks to the front seat.
Walking pass the others, she shows them not to accept defeat.
They're on a sinking ship, watching the life ring float by.
They're not worried anymore, someone will lead them back to shore.
He's sitting on his throne, looking down at the world.
His power has gotten too big and spiraled out of control.
Will the masses let him lead as they look to the floor.
Or will a new leader break down that locked door.
We're on a sinking ship, watching the life rings float by.
We don't need to worry anymore, someone will knock down that locked door
and show us how to get back to shore.
Monday, April 14, 2008
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