There goes the rich man walking down the street
With a godly gait and patronizing eyes.
He’s running late for a massage to his feet,
Exhausted from gobbling all what money can buy.

Do not dare invade his personal space;
We’re not worthy to reside in his presence.
If you must speak, do so with great haste,
For his time is precious and of the essence.

Come and marvel at his opulent mansion!
Gather around; bear witness to such glory!
Let’s praise and worship his lavish fashion!
Better befriend him or you’ll be sorry.

But surely when his gold mine runs bone dry,
He will fall into oblivion, left alone to cry.

been alone
I have been separated
or in a throe
I have seen days where no one knocks
at my door
so I just took it easy
you know
and wait sometimes three days
to clean
the litter box.

because baby you're a landslide
because darling you're a forest fire
because you're posion my dear
after all you've done damage i hear..

because starlet you don't shine
because beau you aren't mine
because honey you aren't for me
after all you aren't my cup of tea..

because sweetie i don't need you
because hon you don't complete me
because i don't believe you baby
after all you've lied compeltely..

to think I think
feel believe
I am real
to where
I really believe
I feel that I think
I am
really thinking
that I am really
real

have you had
a friend
better than
my imaginary pal?

does your friend
keep you company when
all alone?

Is he at your side when
you slide off the sides
of society?

Is he always positively
patting your back?
And, does he like all the songs
you like?

Will he be there
and was he like mine from the beginning,
did he grow up with you?

Is your friend you?
Like I am mine?