Casualties of the Times: Lost In The Applause

Lost In The Applause


You are a son of gun from a drunken game of Russian roulette
Blew your mother’s head off and you crawled out like a Pegasus
You just want to be forgiven
Even if it’s not your fault
Don’t have to ask for permission
Nobody made you drive or halt

Maybe time you took to trailblazing
There’s got to be a better rout
Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m saying
This one’s down to you to figure out

You’re daddy’s girl soft, looking for a world to rub against
Lying naked in bed waiting for your Clyde to climb the fence
You know that he is broken
But you think you have his piece
See the chorus amused and smoking
You try to hide him underneath

Think it’s time you took to trailblazing
There’s got to be a better rout
Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m saying
This one’s down to you to figure out

As the tragedy ends the curtain falls to applause, applause
Told again and again the lesson falls on applause, applause
The chorus is still smoking
I saw the motion of her cough
But there was no sound but another round of applause, applause

Maybe time we took to trailblazing
This old road, it is giving out
Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m saying
This one’s down to you to figure out


January 13, 2008