Lyrics

Please don't tell me that they got you, No they didn't get you too
I'm runnin' out of friends here, what's a guy like me to do?
The TV has been pumpin doom, they say the end is near
I've been frozen in the headlights, counting blessings like a deer
Slow motion, gray commotion, burst your bubble little man
The lines are drawn, the pistols cocked, your head is in the sand
So whats it gunna be, cuz the world is steeped in fools,
are you gunna do whats right, or you gunna be a tool

Are you friend, or you just a freak,
Your lips do move, but they donÃ,'t seem to speak
My trusts shot, the whole lot,
can up and walk away, while I sit and watch the blood clot.



Juicy Lucy's got her games, at times they're almost cute
But its sad how things have gone, cuz she plays you like flute
I know the truth's a bitch, hell I love a good day dream
But the dream is a stuffed pig, and its bursting at the seams.
Your excuses have their uses, but I'm not quite dumb as some
Every day you're getting closer to what I feared you would become
So whats it gunna be, cuz the world is steeped in fools,
are you gunna do whats right, or you gunna be a tool

Are you friend, or you just a freak,
Your lips do move, but they donÃ,'t seem to speak
My trusts shot, the whole lot,
can up and walk away, while I sit and watch the blood clot.



A red herring, that was daring- really threw me off the trail
The bitch is in the oven, and the check is in the mail
Grizzly Adams' got my back, and he's got an eye on you
Like a love-starved bear in heat, there's no telling what he'll do
If you decide to turn the tide, then all is buddy-buddy,
But as it stands, you're treading water, and its getting pretty muddy
So what's it gunna be, cuz the world is steeped in fools,
are you gunna do whats right, or you gunna be a tool

Are you friend, or you just a freak,
Your lips do move, but they donÃ,'t seem to speak
My trusts shot, the whole lot,
can up and walk away, while I sit and watch the blood clot.