I am vapid. I am inane.
A raving lunatic, I am insane.

All morning long I have been beating on a drum.
Da dum da dum da dum.

What I have to say need not be said.
These words I write will never butter my bread.

I have lain down those dreams of my youth.
I make Manhattans for a living, mix whiskey and vermouth.

A black cat drinks from a green shovel where rainwater has collected.
I say this as it happens as it doesn't matter and I am misdirected.

I am vapid. I am inane.
All I do, I do in vain.

All morning long I have been beating on a drum.
I'm numb. I'm numb. I'm numb.

What I have to say need not be said.
All that I have written will never be seriously read.

I have lain down those dreams of my youth.
I am unshaven and unrefined. I am craven and uncouth.

A black cat drinks from a green shovel where rainwater has collected.
Fear is a wound that opens loudly and over time grows infected.

I am vapid. I am inane.
I am a fake. A phony. I feign.

All morning long I have been beating on a drum.
I'm dumb. I'm dumb. I'm dumb.

What I have to say need not be said.
Truth be told I wish I were dead.

I have lain down those dreams of my youth.
I make martinis for a living, also with vermouth.

A black cat drinks from a green shovel where rainwater has collected.
I say this as it happens as it doesn't matter but I find myself nevertheless affected.

I am vapid. I am inane.
I am 27. My name is Dane.

All morning long I have been beating on a drum.
I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.