CLAP By Tom Jensen
Ain’t it funny how now
Only nothing means something to me?
Pain infliction is a sickness
Much like temptation that can’t be resisted
By indifferent souls who’ve become
Wrapped up and twisted
Within their own self-hatred
Now exposed, unclothed and naked
The masses scream:
“Death to the Queen!”
And what about the king?
“First chop off his fingers…
Then collect up his rings”
As for the crown?
Let’s ask the crowd:
Okay, clap to keep his head?
No one made a sound
Uh-Oh…people got problems
Parading and rallying ‘round their misery
Go-oh… puttin’ down everything
Pointing and aimin’ little barbs and jabs at me
Whoah-whoah
Don’t ya know…
Cozy, safe and warm
Forever free from harm
It’s just a myth - a piper’s dream
The last flashing happy thought
Of another head rolling off
Of the guillotine
Ain’t it funny how now
Only nothing means something to me?
Feeling I’m the last one sane
In an insane world
We all call reality
Being stuck here
Sure is a very strange place to be…
A very strange place, indeed