i know a man
  who doesnt have many friends
  i know a place he lives
  where trouble never ends
  i know its hard for him
  to read 'tween the lines
  and his days are getting so much shorter
  he simply turns away
  instead of bearing down
  his ship is crumbling
  his crew is one of clowns
  he doesnt care
  as long as he can wear the crown
  i know this man all too well
  its my poor friend me
  a portrayal of the great dichotomy
  (a reminder of a tragic history)
  its my poor friend me
  and im running out of steam
  i know there are people
  who are cynical and vane
  they point their finger
  'cuz they can't accept the blame
  they live their lives
  under a blanket of shame and their progeny
  crawl from underneath it
  lately i've come
  to see the solution
  and it begins with me
  but i'm so fallibly human
  i've picked the lot