It was quite early one morningHit me without warningI went to hear the general speakI was standing for the anthemBanners all around himConfetti made it hard to seePut my footsteps on the pavementStarved for entertainmentFour seasons of revolving doorsSo sick of being honestI'll die like Dylan ThomasA seizure on the barroom floorI’m getting greedy with this private hellI'll go it alone, but that's just as wellThese cats are scared and feralThe flag pins on their lipsAs the truth is anybody’s guessThese talking heads are saying"The king is only playing a game of four dimensional chess"There's flowers in the rubbleThe weeds are gonna tumbleI'm lucid but I still can't thinkI'm strapped into a corsetClimbed into your corvetteI'm thirsty for another drinkIt it's advertised, we'll try itAnd buy some peace and quietAnd shut up at the silent retreatThey say you’ve gotta fake itAt least until you make itThat ghost is just a kid in a sheetI’m getting used to these disease spellsI'm taking a shower at the Bates MotelI’m getting greedy with this private hellI'll go it alone, but that's just as well