First, the bad news...
Face the music. Mind over matter.
In other words... my imagination run amuck
Give and take with inspiration, information, innovation
Impossible situation? worsening aggravation
Every change, every step, every moment defined
As a man... as a man... asa a man thinks
Shell game in a strait jacket
12 guage in a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait
Better slow it down and think about it
Embracing this moment
Enslave or free my soul
Just to play the game with no guarantee
Is what I'll do for now
My life's a requiem playing out of key
With no 'absolutes' at all
Who promised tomorrow?
Tomorrow may not even be here.
How long am I blameless-
'Undecided' in a frantic world?
My velocity screaming fast
From this truth I fear
Where did I hear;
'As a man thinks, so is he'?
But this man thinks
'Til his moment's gone'
Scapegoat to the end, dig it?
Whiz-bang in a whirlwind minute
Voodoo- take a turn.
Why not nuke my head - feel it burn?
Wind up where you were
If you think about it.
Shell game in a strait jacket
12 guage in a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait.
Better slow it down and think about it.
Better slow it down.
Take a moment right now.
Let a man think
As a man thinks
What a man thinks
Hey there, Budapest
What about... let's just give it a rest
Scapegoat to the end, dig it?
Whiz-bang in a whirlwind minute
Voodoo- take a turn.
Why not nuke my head - feel it burn?
Wind up where you were
If you think about it.
Shell game in a strait jacket
12 guage in a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait.
Better slow it down and think about it.
Better slow it down.
Take a moment right now.
Let a man think
As a man thinks
What a man thinks...
Bottom line?
Get it in.
Get it off.
Get it out.
Get away.
Get a buck.
Get a clue.
Now he just wants more.
And he feels it now...
No more indecisions here
No more time to figure things out
No more lies
No mortal sin
He'll pay up square
But he won't get in.
Too many opportunities
Too many reasons
Too many travesties
Now for the good news
It's gonna get... gonna get wild
When you wake up and realize
You've still got it all.
Hey there, Budapest.
How about next time we do our damn best?