John Vanderslice I'll Never Live Up To You
When they laid you out, on the metal table
They got the suit right, but they weren't able to erase the glare
You've been dead for 16 years, a myth suspended in amber
Reputation burnished by fear
If they would believe me, I would tell them all the truth about you
I'll never live up to you
Even Mao, he looks all right, on a 40-foot billboard
All doe-eyed, but we remember the night
Expectations were all I heard, they took me at my word
But I couldn't do what he wanted me to do
If they would believe me, I would tell them all the truth about you
I'll never live up to you
