Allow me to introduce to you
Someone who wants to see you ruined
Whether or not the lot is truth
He's clearly here gunning for you

It really does make you up and wonder
How this clown ever got your number
He'll lift the rug and sweep you under
Quick to pick and point out your blunders

Never once does he give a break
Gets up early, stays up late
Always ready to display your mistakes
Ladies and gentlemen, Professor Shame

We've all heard loose lips sink ships
Overtime has sunk his share of them
Putting you at your wits end
In shaming you, he'll never quit

Makes you think you're all alone
The only one with this problem
To cook your goose as good as gone
Leaving you with little hope

Never once does he give a break
Gets up early, stays up late
Always ready to display your mistakes
The one and only, Professor Shame

They say we’ll get back to normal
Any minute now
I wonder if, wonder why
But most of all, wonder how

There has to be a starting point
Where normal made its bed
When did it get so out of joint
To coin the phrase, up and left

Who’s to say what normal is
In the scheme of things
Where were you when the veil ripped
On our so called reality

Before we go talking normal
A subject few can do
Don’t look to me for normalcy
And I certainly won’t look to you

Let's make a promise
Do us both a solid
When we fall asleep tonight
Invade each other's dreams

I will walk gently through yours
While you take a stroll through mine
Waking up in the morning to find
Left behind memories

Leaving soft touches of love
On the edge of conciseness
That way throughout the day
We will taste each other's dreams

When I walked and you strolled through mine
That promised night I hope we find
That over time it will come to light
We are each other's memories

We're living in divided days
Where the divide cuts like a knife
There are those, who have us at our throats
You stay on your side I'll stay on mine

We're living in divided days
Where no one gives you a chance
Scream that you lie if not on their side
Try as you might you'll never convince

We're living in divided days
Where we only hang with our kind
We live in a bubble of toil and trouble
Blame the other side for self-inflicted hard times

We're living in divided days
Where not a one of us owns a mirror
That reflects the truth, it's both me and you
If we pulled our heads from our rears, perhaps we'd see clearer

We're living in divided days
Wild animals that could turn on a dime
Not only do we bark but bite even worse
All this a part of the great divided

There is no doubt I've been around
For years now though I've lost count
From here to there then back to here
I have all these missing years

Was I abducted by aliens
Beamed me up to scrub my brains
Looking for important stuff
Finding out there isn't much

Or perhaps in a comma
Where the early eighties is a goner
I spend my days in the way of wrestling
With where it went, I'm only guessing

I've racked my brains thinking back
Here one minute, gone the next
One thing I find that's much too clear
I have all these missing years

I really do hate to admit it
But my excess has seen no limits
You never get those brain cells back
And here is where I tend to lack

I find it hard to be conclusive
With all the excuses that I uses
From the Weather to Brain ******* Zombies
I use whatever excuses suit me

No way could it be old age
Where most my memories get misplaced
I know that they're somewhere round here
The reason for all of these missing years

Unsatisfied...

With the way things are going
The way the world's holding
The devil by his tail

We follow along
With all he is doing
While we keep losing
The hand we are dealt

Unsatisfied...

With the comings and goings
Without even knowing
Who runs the show

Without a thought
Or in which direction
We don't call into question
The devil's strong hold

Unsatisfied...

With the world as a whole
Bitter and cold
With only sorrow to lend

Out for itself
Not considering others
Pull back the covers
It's all in Satan's plan

My friends all call
Me the latch key kid
Not my fault
Nothing I did

My parents say
They're always busy
That's okay, one day
They'll come to visit me

I often see
Them on the big screen
Mommy and Daddy
Hollywood's King and Queen

My parents write
Say that they love me
Still at night I often cry
Myself to sleep

They're taking life
And living the dream
While here I am
With my Nanny

She says she does
But does not understand
How much love
A child demands

The Tabloids say
That I am blessed
But their mistake
Is I'm really a mess

My parents write
Say that they love me
Still at night I often cry
Myself to sleep