Working
Title
I was
dead
In the red
That’s what the Man said
Though
sometimes (I believe the lie)
My crimes (I cannot deny)
Cause grimes (Get me another rye)
When I
fall
Will I crawl
Or be stuck in this brawl
Against the Man
In the red
That’s what the Man said
My crimes (I cannot deny)
Cause grimes (Get me another rye)
Will I crawl
Or be stuck in this brawl
With the plan
Sometimes
with both hands
Why do
I bleed (When it’s insufficient)
For pride and greed (And indulgent)
Instead of heed (I become belligerent)
Drawing
straws
For pride and greed (And indulgent)
Instead of heed (I become belligerent)
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For the
world’s applause
With or without a cause
I’m a
working title
Not accidental
But elemental
To the
Man
With the plan
Even when I don’t understand
Love
With or without a cause
Not accidental
But elemental
With the plan
Even when I don’t understand
