Cynics Ballad Of J.c. Holmes
Don't tell them anything
`Cause they might lock you away
Don't even sneak a smile
You think that's gold `tween your legs
Don't show them anything
Don't even let on you care
They'll know that you're insame
Or even worse that you're square
Better not mess with a skinny
Little rat like me
You'll see the depths of cruelty
Don't stop your might creepin
You're not alone in that crowd
Spend all the day sleeping
And tightly wrapped in your shroud
Better not mess with a skinny
Little rat like me
You'll see the depths of cruelty
Don't stop your day dreaming
Just stay on top of that Cloud
Killers and cops scheaming
You'll stand alone but proud
Better not mess with a skinny
Little Rat like me
You'll see the depths of cruelty
