Lampoon

I'm so needy I'm so greedy I'm so hungry Won't you feed me? Cursed by company at least I get to speak And what is it we fear most? The things that much us weak? The things that make us strong? The voices that begin to whisper Only when we're alone? Only when we're alone? Well solitude is sparse Is it with us every day? Does it push the thoughts of worry? Or push the words we pray? And to whom do you hold your hands Which god? Which star? Which sky? Do they hear you when you laugh? Or only when you cry? Or only when you cry? Or only when you cry? Or only when you cry? Or only when you cry? Or only when you cry? Or only when you cry? Or only when you cry? Or only when you cry? But at least you get to speak For that's really all that counts If something sits inside of us We've got to get it out But what about the words That never kiss the tongue Would they purge all of the company? Ruin all the fun? So let them settle there Within your solitude Don't say the truth Don't speak your mind If it's considered rude If it's considered rude If it's considered rude If it's considered rude I may not know many words None sharp enough to cut the cheeks I may be cursed by company But at least I get to speak And my tongue will never get tired And my tongue will never get tired And my tongue will never get tired And my tongue will never get tired