A fortune is like an oil spill
The fumes grow as the flood expands.
Trap a fire in a fireplace, nuff a candle with your hands.
He’s one of “those without corn”
He’s a Libra, he’s a first-born
He’s a mesmerizing cobra
He’s one of those who never wishes that he’d never been born
If you flower in the desert, roast the seeds of Jerusalem thorn
Split the husk
Play a tattoo on the post-horn
Most people have a price
And a figure in mind
But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside
I’ll take a pirouette, but I’ve a figure eight in mind
The stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside.
Paint the devil on your door
Burn the plans
Cast your hopes to your god
He laughs, but he understands
It takes a strong man to survive
On raw jams and a freedom vibe
But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside.
They forgot, every tale needs a trickster
Every story a star
All fiction’s for swindlers
The cons and the cards
A charmer who knows just what rumors are for
‘Cause he’s the remedy, and the source
The candelabra, the jive
The memory, the pride
It takes a strong man to survive
On raw jams and a freedom vibe
But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside
Most people have a price
I’ve got mine
But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside
I’d sell out for a pirouette, God knows I’ve tried
But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside
It takes a hustler to survive
On raw jams and a freedom vibe
But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside.
