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"Fatal Perception"
Fatal Perception
Wild Bill got careless
Lincoln at the opera, the same
Martin's speech, one for the ages,
yet the balcony crumbled beneath the face of hatred.
The King of Camelot rode the streets
with his Queen, the famous smile and hopes
of a brighter future screaming through the zeal
of his people
Until those Fatal Shots
while someone laughed in the background
watching the blood, shock, and tears.
Into the great wide open
Robert decided to take us back to the Promised Land
and we rode the waves into California,
Until that Fatal Shot
and Camelot finally fell for good.
Now I don't perceive to keep company with greatness
I'm no President, King, Senator,
certainly no gunslinger,
though some will tell you I've done my share of slinging crap.
I've learned to diffuse threats, growing up is hard to do you know,
grabbing those bombs and throwing them back still wired to blow is a scream,
in more ways than one.
No, I sit at a corner table, two walls to my back
I've learned from other's mistakes.
I keep the lamp low
easier to see the laser beams
bullets are out of date nowadays, much messier
though I know I'm not really the intended target,
taking me out would shoot down a speedy recovery
and the rats wouldn't like that.
Can you hear the roll of the Thunder
the storm rumbling in their teeth,
is it miles and miles away
or lumbering below the surface in squeals of lies, long ago?
A violent downpour comes calling through the backdoor
my walls starting to crack in the insanity of it all,
then I remember
without rain you can't have a garden
life and love can't blossom,
So take that and stick it in your tailpipe and smoke it
Oh I forgot, the stuff you fire up won't light when wet,
Too bad
that means your ears must be burning right about now.
