Verbal Income from The Cobbler by Sitting Next to Brian

An opportunity fell in my lap-I brushed it off
The perfect turn of phrase slid down my throat--I tried to cough
Tried to escape it, I couldn’t walk
Tried to explain it, I couldn’t talk
Said I was late, but I couldn’t find a clock
Just static and traffic and the doors all locked

Who threw the dice for me while I stood by--with fingers crossed?
Who said who my friends would be, and who would comfort me--when I was lost?
Who invited me to this space? Whose party is this? Where is this place?
The key information is classified
As to why I’m walking home glassy eyed

I spent my verbal income--a million per annum
The dividends, they say, will serve me fine
Then I feel a stab in the back, I hear a pop and a crack
The heartbeat stops, but the drumbeat is still mine

I spent my verbal income--a million per annum
The dividends, they say, will serve me fine
Then I feel a stab in the back, I hear a pop and a crack
The heartbeat stops, but the drumbeat is still mine

Hey prehistoric man, look at the things that we can do
They futuristic man, look at the scary things that all came true
Give me an estimate, a more-or-lesstimate of how much to give
To these new friends I found in this new hallowed ground in which I live

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