Don't try so hard to be different
The cracks are beginning to show
You drift like a cloud through the festival crowd
In a frock coat from Saville Row
You've just been an all-night party
Where I have to admit it takes pluck
To go out on the floor and proclaim "What a bore"
In a T-shirt that reads "Disco Sucks"
Yes, here he comes, the not-so-young
Pretender to the Throne
He's singing "Rag, Momma, Rag"
Won't you give that poor dog a bone?
And he's wondering why we can't connect
When he's sworn to us that he's totally wrecked
On the rustic charm that he affects
On a public schoolboy whim
With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy
Robert Zimmerframe
With a synthesized accordian
A-scramblin' up my brain
young
wondering
tribes
totally
while
their
taggle
singing
rustic
robert
public
summer
proclaim
pretender
where
shirt
plastic
perpetuate
paltry
overrated
sworn
detestable
guitar
crowd
charge
throne
contact
gorgeous
sucks
connect
disco
comes
ritual
night
schoolboy
charm
momma
cracks
carcase
sears
dying
exorcised
rotting
hippy
caustic
descending
before
truly
raggle
cloud
trashed
account
pluck
ashes
wrecked
burned
different
beginning
empty
admit
counter
brains
through
dreams
affects
drift
party
frock
excuse
folks
festival
fiddle
vultures
gathering
takes
brain
floor
reads
frazzled
gesture
synthesized
stage
overpaid
gypsy
music
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