Junk Bond Trader (alt version)

[Verse 1]

The imitation will recolor  from habit

Writing in the glow of the TV's static

Taking out the trash to the man

Give the people something they understand

A stick man flashing a fine-lined smile

A junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock

Rich man in a poor man's clothes

The permanent installment of the daily dose

[Verse 2]

And you tell people they're 'too paranoid'

But it's only you they must avoid

Fast asleep in a small reality

Boring as a drug you take too regularly

The athlete's laugh, the broken crutch

The first true love that failed because you fell too much

Night brought you to no decision

But to execute every day with precision

[Bridge]

Happy holidays, said Sad Savior

The leaving love that I still favor

You gave me rhetoric

More sympathy

The sad song, a symphony

But I don't expect

Anyone to quite connect

My broken heart together

[Verse 3]

Now I'm a policeman directing traffic

Keeping everything moving, everything static

I'm a hitchhiker you'll recognize passing

On your way to some everlasting

[Outro]

Everlasting waving hand

Everlasting waving hand

Everlasting waving hand

Everlasting waving hand

Everlasting waving, everlasting waving hand