Anthony Fiumano

Reading your plots and your lies and your secrets
The rise and fall of all the things you've done
And all you've done is here and it's open to anyone
If you're keeping score of wars you've waged and won

It makes you look away
It's a measure of our love of our decay
Hard luck, hard luck is not to blame
It's so easy to explain
Just tell me why...

Eluded, but who did you think that you're fooling?
When you're trying harder and harder not to tell
But you'll never tell, there's lines in your face in your prison cell
Where the phone still rings, is this your living hell?

These are desperate times
Pick yourself up of the pavement
Get your head out of your basement
Are you too tired to break in?
Politely, we're damned