I’m A Pretty Showboy

I’m living a lie, babe, don’t mind me I’m living a lie, babe, young and free Oh, Jesus Christ, this vision I cannot shift Of a self-made man in a state of grace With a mind like a weeping cyst Have you got my milk for me? And a teaspoon of honey? The first little taste is always free But if you want a full belly better get on your knees Get on your knees, brother get on your knees, get on your knees! (Oh, yeah) I’m living a lie, babe, don’t mind me I’m living a lie, babe, young and free Each time I cry it feels better than the last I could have been someone better than the last But I seem to slip away At the close of every day I left the womb just yesterday Somehow I have lost my way Where did I go, baby, where did I go, where did I go? Nowhere That’s alright Oh, what is the word? For to need, to seem, to glimpse? Every breath is wasted All is vanity But I’m a pretty showboy I don’t want to be free