Welcome, Sweet Sweet
Always thought you were born to lead.
Baby don't like it, when baby don't win.
You got a pair of right shoes,
But I got brand new skin.
Somethings 'gotta change,
Hitting like a bullet between the eyes at close-range.
Fired by the ghost of John Wayne on T.V.
Ran straight from that hip and straight out, into me.
I can tackle being an asshole,
So you'll just have to be a dick.
And I think it might be catching,
And I don't want to get sick.
You know it's terminal,
It's not just like some habit you can kick.
But well, oh, Ladies and Gentlemen,
For my next trick..
Now you can't fool yourself along,
Like you can see the sky.
When it's other woman whiteness goes and overwhelms the eye.
You scrammed into the distance, tried to make sense.
But no matter where you look, it's always somewhere else.