ZEROES By Tom Jensen
I see people in binary code
Walk the streets with my head hanging down low
Wishing there were just two types of people:
People who would get out of my way
And people who would leave me alone
I see people in binary code
Since there can be only one number one, ya know
All these zeroes had best do what they’re told:
Zeroes, all get out of my way
Zeroes, you had better leave me alone
I guess we call it writer’s block
When you don’t ever want to grab a pen again
Because everything sucks
Lost my gift – my bread and butter
Feel so dead that I despise my own father and mother
Pro-choice poster child of the world
Empty as an oyster that’s lost its pearl
Like a unicorn that’s lost its horn
Devastation is my sole creation
Dying inside, I just cried like a little girl
Why was I born?
If I could only free myself
Then maybe I could reach someone else
Yet vanity don’t mean anything to me
Open your heart and close your eyes
It’s really the man who makes the clothes
So don’t believe those magazine lies
So many hide behind some kind of disguise
Be it golden watches and three piece suits
Or corduroy pants, floppy hat and tie-dies
Surely image is something…yeah…image is nothing
This vanity was once so near and dear to me
There I said it and you read it but just forget it
I could be naked and still walk the streets confidently
What doesn’t kill you just defines you
As your past creeps up behind you
Whatever you run from
Is bound to find you
If you check your rear view mirror
You will see what is blurry is getting nearer
I just can’t make it any clearer
No magic wand can make it disappear
You can put the pedal to the floor
But there ain’t no use running any more
There’s no escape for what’s in store
You think to yourself “Will they remember me?”
While I rot in my cell inside the penitentiary
I came sooooo close to committing the crime of the century
What the hell else does society expect from me?
For when a man has lost his dignity
Do you really think anything means anything to me?
I see people in binary code
Walk the streets with my head down low
Wishing there were just two types of people
People who would get out of my way
And people who would leave me alone
I see people in binary code
Since there can be only one number one
All these zeros had best do what they’re told
Zeroes all get out of my way
Zeroes you better leave me alone