Let's begin
  With the past in front
  And all the things
  You really don't care about now
  It'd be exactly where I'm at
  And to think
  You got a grip
  Look at yourself
  Your lips are like two flaps of fat
  They go front and back and flappity flap
  
  I'm all staged
  It's all an act
  I'm really scared that I may fall back on the abstract
  It'd be exactly where I'm at
  
  If you're to be
  The roaming eye
  Pry it open and let me tell you why it sees
  The harsh realities