Too Much History

Not even the
tusks of the last great elephant
can satisfy my needs
as a young rich white man

You're shooting for the stars (I'm shooting!)
Didn't you hear they died so long ago?
Am I guilty? Some nights I just don't know
Then I remember I'm not acting alone

Bring me all the change from the
bottom of your wishing well
My new campaign thanks you for
being so charitable

Born at the bottom
of the bottomless pit
You try to climb, here's a tip
You should try to be a little more confident

I'm staring at the wall
I see the writing but the silence says it all
Am I guilty? Some nights I just don't know
Then I remember I'm not acting alone

I get the feeling that you 
don't like the way I'm smiling
at all the people in your town

I get the sense that I'm not
welcome in your home
but your neighbor loves to vote for me

I reject these harmful accusations
I don't see where the man begins
and where the corporations end

My gun is in your face
and I'm not shooting blanks
My gun is in your face
what does the jury say?

Guilty!

The judges let me choose
"Rikers or Malibu?"
I'm serving 30 years but
I'll be out in two

When my last boat has sank
and all my jets have flown,
only then I'll live my final act alone

Alone, Alone.

Vision Club