he Friday feeling being wasted losing everything you lacked
You're looking leaner, meaner, tougher looking like a real cool cat
Taking bets on silent killers perking up your empty heart
The second hand is motionless I like to watch you fall apart
You see a parody and parallel to everything you felt
Where all the spiritual and dutiful will offer up their help
They're waving crosses, beads and bibles saying how your life could be
Disbelieving in your reasons disbelief in what you see
Cut! but you don't bleed
Now, there's a rocket in your pocket, seen an effect but no cause
And all the energy in vengeance sees you opening old sores
The world of jokers, brokers, mockers say you're rotten to the skin
And all those bones that creak below it sign confessions of their sins
Now there's a legend of a legend and a classic being made
But all the legend's are just legends and the classics seem to fade
You see the second hand rotating like a turbine in a gale
Say goodbye to yester-morrow where the challengers all failed
A legend of a legend never
