We all have raised our voices
We all have done our crimes
We’ve been excused for every lie
There’s no such thing as perfect
So we could make those plans
Or would you have it otherwise?

And on the fulcrum we stand on
We aim for a better view
But then you trip over faultines
Of which you never knew
Then you start to mail all of the blame
Find it back on your door next day

Like twists and turns in radio plays and movies
Mount the script in your autobiography
Take the hero’s place and the hero’s name
Manufacture spiels for a stranger’s sake
You bch for truth
And you damn well know you’re fake.

We all have miced our words
Even exchanged euphemisms
Then we say we must go for truth
We have an ear for envy
Never a tongue for praise
Why can’t we have it otherwise?