The Fear In Compassion
On the inside
I have an armored suit
On the outside
I play the empathy flute
You tell me I can’t handle it
Make me do a job like a hit
6000 things happening like a fit
A hurricane of people talking shit
Waiting until it’s their turn at the bit
And I smile and say thank you
As you mutter aside fuck you
I seem to be pretty popular
I can’t help it if I’m lucky
In my line of work
You need a Kevlar vest
In my line of work
You gotta be the best
Old mama, she says she knows all
And wants you to be efficient
Old mama, she watches you all
Try and fail to be fully self sufficient
Across the floor, her door is open
Sitting at her desk with rings golden
Mama is a tough woman
Owns her own business selling flowers
To anyone who considers himself a buyer
Up in smoke, she will get her lawyer
And never come down from her tower
Yet I smile and greet you
And you mutter aside fuck you
I seem pretty popular
I can’t help it if I’m lucky
Sapphire handed me a ring
Sharon wore my jacket in the rain
Miranda never understood a thing
Jasmine, well, she was something
But all in all I’m a young man
All in all old mama
You’re giving me trauma
But all in all I’m a dreamer
All in all old mama
You smell like carpet cleaner
I keep you because you pay
And one needs pay to live
Lest they fall down a manhole
And pray only when it fits them
I’ve met many women
But you break the mold
Got my balls in a vice
While I buy her flowers
For her to her from her at a cheaper price
And I smile and say good day
And you mutter and look the other way
I seem pretty popular
I can’t help it if I’m lucky...
