Honey, Don't It All Seem So Phony

from Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Trashcan

Lyrics

My twin teleprompters humming in the night
Trying to send a signal I should lose this fight
But I never took a fall and you’re probably right
This bout will yield nothing but losers

I saw you breaking down in a magazine
And I never told a soul what it meant to me
Now I’m on a mission fueled by LSD
Trying to break these patterns

But I assure you
With a capital A
We’re just players in a fake play
Honey, don’t it all seem so phony?

Ladies & gentlemen, may I introduce
Some dark side of me that’s gotten loose
He’s making the rounds, yeah it’s probably true
They say he looks exactly like me

While you’re back home making real life moves
I’m in a motel outside a Baton Rouge
Reading these pages to some local girl
“Honey, won’t you read my manifesto?”

But I assure you
With a capital A
We’re just players in a fake play
Honey, don’t it all seem so phony?

I been running a marathon
It’s me vs. the hangers-on
We keep singing the same song
In the wrong key
I’m not here to deliberate
I’m not here to associate
I’m only trying to escape my fate
Though it’s not polite
It could happen tonight

But I assure you
With a capital A
We’re just players in a fake play
Honey, don’t it all seem so phony?

I’m gonna build a world that won’t fall apart
Does anybody wanna come with me?