Lyrics:
To be or not to be a white van man
A prince without a plan
Hamlet is a bam, a boy who loves his mam
Don't mean to be a cynic,
Happy at the clinic
divine
A territory cold as ice
An endless empire with cynic desire
Born of a broken spell
Feeling like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his
that's not the way I'm headed tonight
There's a cynic in every crowd
You're so real it hurts to look into your eyes
At some point something's got
confidence, calling out for providence
Snakes and ladders, as they climb up we all slide down
The children leave their loyalties at home
The cynic's minds have
Come on, Rick, I'm not a prize
I'm not a cynic or one of those guys
Come on, Rick, I'm not a rope,
Now pull your socks up
Come on, Rick, I'm not
depressed - their search for obsession
Filled with L.S.D. - for their cynic eyes to see
The caos inside of me - (just) let it be
How long have I been
Cynics dissimulating
Promises of hope and faith
They want to drain your life
On the temple of despair
Misery guides you through
The endless path
the cynic in me when she's so divining?
Burn my throne, take me home
With whole consent, sell my innocence
I witnessed trial, saw that jester hanging
the cynic
Blind lead the blind
One-eyed king
Tragic contradiction
Analog cleansing
Smoke and mirrors
Horror at home
Workhorse stampede
Overrun all
Kiss
A perfect moment
A perfect cynic
(I can feel this)
She's got that look down
And logistics
(I can feel this)
A perfect moment
A perfect cynic
I was there,
me, babe
Cast me out with the cynics
And the saints all alike
You're a runaway truck
I'm a guy on a bike
You were so fucking shitty
Get me out
I'm so tired of people nay-saying love,
It makes me wonder,
If a happy ending is so unheard of.
I'm so weary of the comments
Those cynics make,
Say
sing is about the plastic trying to outwit the cynic
What I sing is about the cynic
Inside a white cube,
What I sing
Is about the white cube
An affair for you, for me a song
And then suddenly it's over
Two cynics passing through
I blew it, I fell in love with you
The thing I swore I'd never
alt-right menace
What's the pistol to a pennant?
Treat a writer like a cynic, nigga, huh
Surface level niggas never get it
Fuck a rating and a cynic (ooh)
The waters flow here in this cynic's paradise
So nice to be a part of something, and it's nice
So nice for you to pay attention
Long enough for me
disconnected, I'm disconnected. I know it's the fashion to say I don't care, to give the cynic's knowing glance and grunt, ""I've been there"", no sooner does it
spoil, bilge
The cynics did maintain
The dead shall dead remain
Our theory proved insane
The dead shall dead remain
A pallid visage stares in
But they pretend to be part of my social scenery
And hey maybe I'm a critic, a cynic
Or am I jaded? or am I afraid of it?
'Cause it's draggin' me
of the same branch
The cynic bites his finger because he can't understand
The cynic bites his finger
Nightmares fill with light like the holiday
Men
open
Haven't you heard cynics never recover?
There are words that I can't even breathe
And those are the ones I've been dying to scream
Still jealous
traded your baseball cap for a crown
When they gave us our trophies
And we held them up for our town
And the cynics were outraged
Screaming, "This is
gone down
When every cynic's crucified us
When every mother screams out loud
There comes a time when you realize
It's all over - sooner or later
All
from the first bite
I am perched like a parasite
On the back of a cynic's bite
I explode like a broken bulb
Without grace and without warning
I am
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