The moralist on the mountaintop
the capgun cowboy caught playin dressup
patrols his cartoon beat with his costume clothes

the damn fool with his ten ton chip
his bourgeois blues
and his heartbreak habit
slings his lightning bolts
his arrows and stones

but you could do it forever
it wont make you better
cause you wont find your mark
you could use a mirror
to see your target clearer
but bad blood hijacked your heart

but you got what you asked for
so dont even start
you're never a victim
so own what you did son
admit what you are.

dead weight in a tightrope trance
the painpill creatures stray in his wasteland
clenched teeth and a canyon he cant cross

theres me racing right along
the jukebox jester stuck on the same song
mouth full of lies a head full of holes

until i got worried
you saw the life i could lead
if i backed up off that rope
and let the ground come to me
steady under my knees
and my anger blurrin into hope

i asked for perspective
and it untied my hands
i see the relapsed way
i chose my own way
cant blame me for that

so when you're sorry
and one day you will be
i wish you all the best

i hope that you drop softly
and it dont end too badly
and your ragin head can finally rest
and you could be honest
and rescue yourself

but ill walk my own way
ill go where you wont go
you wont put me through hell, no no.
cause now i see through you
believe what you need to
go haunt someone else