Bartholemew

Bartholemew bring me a fork

There's a minstrel parade on tv

Let the lights glow, an excellent reason

To stay home tonight

Oh the old men wave their canes

They have yesterday's brains

And their worlds stop turning on sundays

The young lives are clipped

And smudged on the rocks

Distorted and forgotten

Quietly she enters the room

But we can't talk, we can not be seen

Returning her new pair of jeans

Just to stay home tonight

Oh the mirror always shows

There's a stranger in my clothes

Standing on the third rail

Lost at sea

Searching for me

And we don't know how to sail

So if you go to guitar store

You will see me again

Holding the door

It's an excellent night to sleep on the floor

If you stay home tonight

Oh i saw you before

In the guitar store

I was lonely, lazy and useless

And Bartholemew moans

To the counterfeit clones

When he feels like he's not a human