King of Faux Mountain

You go talk about pretentious denim choices with your pompous group of friends
Talk about college, how you're probably not gettin' into school
But you're, "Oh-so-cool"
You've made your way up to Mount Olympus
And advertized it as a hospice for the poor
How charitable of you!
I'd love to stick around pony- and see your one trick
But I'm one for variety
Maybe that makes me sick
Go play with the toys I gave you, go sing the songs I've sung
I've given you what you've got in your hands so my job here is done
And isn't it sad the way you twist and turn to fit the mold you fill?
Isn't it sad the way you can't close your mouth or sit still?
It isn't that bad trying to keep my mouth shut to save your ego
But keep that in mind when your mountain comes crumbling down

"The Great Society rests on abundance and liberty for all... man turned the exploits of his genius"

You go make revelations about what you think you should be
And tell me like I care
I'll stop sending poetry- if you stop sending time for squares
Armor made out of pyrite
And castles made out of sand
If I take the pedestal from beneath your feet, where will you stand?
And isn't it sad the way you twist and turn to fit the mold you fill?
Isn't it sad the way you can't close your mouth or sit still?
It isn't that bad trying to keep my mouth shut to save your ego
But keep that in mind when your mountain comes crumbling down

"Forget me beautiful child- and may, "god," be with you."