Something Completely Different

When this kid grew up He had a craft that's got him shook like a bull When he's not a player He'll be some other worrier Another bright lamp in a thread He'll drag on the lake A slack line to crack and click More than he ever ran Said it wasn't regular What he's reading now Is a fuckin' book He's getting back He knows he's a rat And now I guess he's a book And all he ever wrote Is a book He's not a dead man He's a market city man He goes together He goes against all odds No man ever had a book Written in his name That's what matters He lost his head in cash No head to make a throne He's a white But he'll have a drink of beer So don't bother his head To grab a loaf of beer For the future For Joshua For the devil For real For all men For all For God For God For God