i play guitarist in a one-note band
i’m the explorer of homogenous land
my noble noblemen are all the same
they equally share in the blame
we’re all still searching for a one-note chord
i am their critical overlord
you throw the book at me
i’d still grow bored
yea, i’d still grow bored
i’m make believing like i have a disease
i’ll make appointments if you’ll pay the fees
i’m called the captain of a one-man team
and soon you may see what i mean…
come and read out of my one-page book
you’ll never know until you have yourself a look
we never noticing what lies ahead
would we be better off dead?