Trouble below and brimstone at 12 o’clock
On this hard head of wood, I’m gonna knock…
Stumbling in this dream of you and me.
This lightening struck subconscious fantasy.
The white lie I tell myself in the middle of the night.
This little lie I tell myself to make myself feel all right.

Cold wind blowing through my heart tonight
But I know I’m in it for the good fight.
They say the odds are a million to one
I think those kind of odds are too much fun.
I’ve been born to lose, lost and found
and now I’m in a state so profound.
I’ll come in the middle of the night.
Ruckus up and fight the good fight.

Struggling, but in the wrong style
and go on living a life in denial.
I know what the personal score is
and I’ve seen the inner personal biz.
I know the lies, I know the pantomime
and I know what’s yours, and what’s mine.
I’ve been here too long to sing the same old song
and I’ve known what’s been going on, all along.
So don’t doubt me tonight,
because this is my good fight…

08/30/2003

Posted on 08/31/2003
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