Perhaps I'd be somewhat better with lessons
Maybe it seems like I've set cruise control
Well, I don't know if I can fit your intentions
But I'm the Maker, and I make it just so
Why don't we get on with all of your questions?
Maybe you'll frame me up on your pretty page
I could recount such fantastic inventions
I am the Owner, and I own all this rage
I manufacture manifestations
Ruminations from the well deep inside
With luscious mouth and sick gesticulations
I am the Show that shows this illness of mine
Am I to come dance for you?
Is that all you want?
Are you having your monkey-time?
Are you having fun?
We're going to make it just the way that we want it
Love it or leave it; we don't care if it sells
We are all vain, two-faced, fake, and repulsive
Whatever else we're telling
Selling ourselves
I'm not your boy
I'm not your man
I am contentious
And we are that band
No second guessing
It's where it belongs
I said it and meant it
You're just reading it wrong
Am I to come dance for you?
Is that all you want?
Are you having your monkey-time?
Are you having fun?
I'd like to paint you some beautiful pictures
Some moving moments in a sweet little song
I could lie, but then I'd have to remember
I am the Mover, and I want to move on
We're going to make it just the way that we want it
Love it or leave it; we don't care if it sells
We are all vain, two-faced, fake, and repulsive
Whatever else we're telling
Selling ourselves