Fosca Live Deliberately
When you live without expectation
You can never be let down
Still you say
"Trust NO ONE who kisses eyes open
Trust in God but lock your car."
Thoughtlessness may well be their excuse
While fecklessness may well be mine
But what's yours?
I found the truth, and it was of no use
I came here to do nothing and did it very well
You're not yourself, you're an imitation
That only answers to the same name
So phone in sick, today, tomorrow
Tell them tell them why
There must be more to life than this
Reclaim your own, that which was meant for us
It was meant for us
Reclaim your own, that which was meant for us
It was meant for us
Writing songs for the well-read and the ill-fed
Writing songs for the waiflike and the WRAITHLIKE
And the Safely Unliked
Inviting the sort of license normally afforded
Only to children and fools...
