American Family Man

I followed a dream

Down a path in the rain.

I followed the avenue

Down to the clear cut view

Of lions and tigers

Standing like dusty images

Way back somewhere in my head.

 

I then heard the tears of a man

Crying over his lady.

He must have been crazy

Because he said,

            “My children are dead.

             I am now just the mob street villian

             Paying for a crime with good drugs

 For lying men are only murderers

 But viewed as hero’s.”

             

I followed a dream

And I’d do it again

Down the long winding path

In the city that I love to hate, and that I hate to love.

 

I’m just a vagabond tomorrow

But today, for my wife and kids

And for my clean cut killer,

I’m as clean cut as can be.

 

Nothing changes

Just the suit and tie.

Instead of animal skins

And mumbo jumbo,

All these sticks and stones and rattling bones

Mean nothing now, for it’s only a dusty exhibit

Going up in flames.

 

And the crazy man speaking kindly to the dusty lions and tigers

Wipes away the tears

And scratches his head,

As he only believes the news on late night TV.