everybody’s fighting, trying to proof their point
some drinking authority others cursing the joint
i’ve seen the angels everybody talks about
i’ve sat in the board room with the saints of love
and when they tied me to the chair
and hung me with their stench
you didn’t say a thing
in fact, you tightened up the wrench

so now i’m out on the road again
with no where left to go
most have shone crazy
and speak much too slow
i’d ask you what you think about it all
but i’ve been waitin for another call
one from the master of time itself
and one from my broker account
and if i make it thru all this
and see you on the other side
i’ll walk right thru you
and expose the greatest lie

writing and images by patrick wey