King Of The Laymen

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