You practice what you preach
Preach what you can't teach
You eat your fill and then
Begin again, you win again
Your need to reach the crown
Will always let you down
The purest soul in town
Will not be found. You swim, you drown
Well are you tired, are you tired of your own lack
Lack of pride, lack of hide, lack of all that
I wish I knew what to do, how to combat
I'll do some K, maybe pray that it comes back
I rack my mind to find a new point of attack
"And have you tried, have you tried not being sad?"
Yes, I'm as fine as a fine-printed contract
But I'm alive- still alive- and I'm proud of that