Standard (EADGBE)

the moralist on the mountaintop

the capgun cowboy caught playin dressup

patrols his cartoon beat with his costume clothes

the damn fool with his ten ton chip

 his bourgeois blues

 and his heartbreak habit

slings his lightning bolts

 his arrows and stones

but you could do it forever

it wont make you better

cause you wont find your mark

you could use a mirror

to see your target clearer

 but bad blood hijacked your heart

 but you got what you asked for

 so dont even start

 you're never a victim

 so own what you did son

 admit what you are.

dead weight in a tightrope trance

 the painpill creatures stray in his wasteland

clenched teeth and a canyon he cant cross

theres me racing right along

the jukebox jester stuck on the same song

mouth full of lies a head full of holes

until i got worried

 you saw the life i could lead

if i backed up off that rope

and let the ground come to me

steady under my knees

 and my anger blurrin into hope

 i asked for perspective

 and it untied my hands

 i see the role I play

 i chose my own way

 cant blame me for that

(Interlude)

so when you're sorry

and one day you will be

i wish you all the best

i hope that you drop softly

and it dont end too badly

 and your ragin head can finally rest

 and you could be honest

 and rescue yourself

 but ill walk my own way

 ill go where you wont go

 you wont put me through hell, no no.

 cause now i see through you

 believe what you need to

 go haunt someone else