The Pike Part 2 Songtext
von Ugly Duckling

A trap, a fold, a hold a myth when set a drift down to the doldrums
Known as Skinny Bones Jones by my lonesome
I couldn′t seem to stick with the clique that was in
And I assumed you were supposed to be a friend of them
Then again the Pulitzer Prize wasn't
Awarded for the binding on the book
So I took an in depth look and the wall
Came tumbling down as they would bask in the
Sun lamp light of love wearing a smiling mask
And seeing this misled being I came to the conclusion
You got to be hollow to follow a cool illusion
When you′re a tag along too long you become
A vagabond singing an Elton John sad song
So I chose to be ugly regardless of what
The people in the pipe wanted me to be
Cause it carries over when your spirit is never sober
You can't get off the ground like Super Grover
I see rappers with cash stacks, gats and pimp hats wearing
Shiny matching outfits with the logo on their chain
Overweight to muscular, stripper hustler Marketing schemes with b-ball teams and street gangs
Where's the ref?
This is W.W.F
An act, a charade, they perform to get paid
But they sure to keep their mouth Listerine clean when
They talk to mean gene on the television screen scene
In a small screen we splish splash and won′t sustain whiplash
While crowding into the main lane where many strain to gain fame
Shifting like a solar panel changing
With the weather channel hopping a train
But reach the last stop and some become poltergeists
Nowhere to be seen that′s why I trust only in Christ
I'm not trekking at the treadmill pace running
Mile after mile ending up at the same place
It′s time to move forward leaving behind the grind and the setbacks
I let tracks be my jetpacks
Believe it or not I'm walking on air
If I′m called weird and not cheered I don't care
I take flight, I take flight


Hey doc, the set′s finished
Let's hear it for the good guys
Let's hear it for the bad guys