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