New York Stain

This isn't a sermon and I'm not a priest

I'm just another man type beast

Not to be confused with sincerity

Now he's finally reached prosperity

This isn't a town it's just a place

The devil's in the detail and there's detail in your face

Like a stain

Oil barons and the strippers

Kicked off their bras and their slippers

Pulled up a glass and said 'Well, what a year'

They could've just cried in every tear

I'm up next with my thoughts of rhyming

Excuse me sir can you keep to the timing

Ma and pa they've got too far

They drown the sounds of my guitar

and darken out The Will of the Wisp

keep their clashes without a fist

It pains me always to love them still

They'll have more friends than I gladly will

Like a stain

You front row I can see you glow

I met your son not too long ago

He said he had a shoelace for a bag

Kept gripping the pole of his family flag

He waved his flags upon the mountain

So you could see from the drinking fountain

This world is divided by ratio

Until you paraded like Horatio

Ironically your dressed to distress

I like my brown shoes the best

It doesn't matter which war you fight

So long as they react it's alright

Like a stain

New York Stain that's your career

swinging from the chandelier

Drying up a well of love

and cursing to your Dad above

is there something I can borrow?

I'll sell it back to you tomorrow