The poet? s disgrace
No words to rhyme with your face
I study the lines then I trace them back to Earth
I could never listen
To the ordinary tunes
You are something else
You are something else
I keep on trying
To throw my line in
Baited, quiet, but you? re not biting
Anchors pulled in
The sea is open
Keep and even keel
Into the waves
I never go with the grain
It always trips me up and makes me fall
I could never listen
To the ordinary tunes
You are something else
You are something else
(It begins with my father
Getting in with my mother?
Then a stranger
For a daughter
It begins
With your father
Getting in
With your mother
You? re no stranger
Than me)
Come on try it
You know you? ll like it
Each day I? m wasting
Until you? re tasting
My only danger
Is human nature
And pirates at my heels