King Of The Laymen Lyrics

Everyone here is on to me

The stench seeps through my two front teeth

And opens up to a concrete shelf

I lit a match and then I found myself

With a cheap self help book, a confetti grenade

As an archetypal hero in an American parade

All of those colors look wrong on me

Cause they're on a different spectrum that I cannot see

At night

At night

Goodnight

Goodbye

Make me into the image you want

Degrade me I'm just another pawn

In the big scheme, a beached whale on the lawn

Without sunscreen, I'm a leach on the dream

You were Leonardo I was only George Clooney

I'm sitting in your throne now and the champagne goes right through me

If I were dermatology, you would be neurology

This self-serving economy is great at self-lobotomy

Us laymen struggle awkwardly without a hint of sovereignty

We need ourselves a ruler who can get us all out of this mess

Someone under eighty five, not dripping with formaldehyde

This sorry case in front of you unfortunately has to do

For now

For now

Sing it proud

Sing it loud

So adopt me into the palm of your hand

And now you've got me, I'm a whore with a plan

Another white man with an electric guitar

My plan half-baked but I want to be a big big