Lyrics

I can't believe the noise I hear
They circle me like buzzards dig like daggers in my ear

I wish that I could disappear
Between fact and fiction there's no longer friction
And I'm playing a part but I'm drowning in diction

It's a bit part in a bourgeois blasphemy
I can't remember just what it meant to me
Relegated to rationality I ran the gauntlet that they gave to me

Farce fed -- They hit me when I'm down
Farce fed -- They force me underground
Farce fed -- Don't know which way is up
Farce fed -- Before it starts I've already had enough

I can't bereave a prime time death
When all around me people rant and rave it's such a waste of breath

They need to get it off their chests
What once we would study as poetry and prose
Comes to us packaged pretense and pose

You know they're turning water into wine
One shot redemption is the cheapest kind
Their teflon-coated headline tricks
Can fry the truth but it won't stick

And the radicals clench fists for revolution
While reactionaries cry for retribution
Both sides of the fence drown in delusion
'Cause their favorite phrases only bring confusion

I cannot mean the things I say
If I can't say the things I mean it happens every day

They put the facts on firm delay
I'm looking for Faith or at least his daughter
But it's like deep-diving in shallow water

It's a bit part in a bourgeois blasphemy
I can't remember just what it meant to me
Relegated to rationality I ran the gauntlet that they gave to me

Farce fed -- They hit me when I'm down
Farce fed -- They force me underground
Farce fed -- Don't know which way is up
Farce fed -- Before it starts I've already had enough

The Artist Formerly Known as Juice: Drums
Evan Harrison: Bass
Matt Krajewski: Electric Guitar


Copyright Control 2001 Eric Harrison/EHP Records