Cigar - Long Run Lyrics
Sitting in the back row, preoccupiedWhile the world is spinning around himHe is locked up insideAnd the one that they look to for answersHolds the shackles as a threatTo the little boy of which requirementsThis little boy he has not metThrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoidOf the happiness that would help this little boyTeased him with a rainbowWhen they knew there was no pot of goldBut it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever toldHook him up to machinesSee what they sayIs he blind, dumb, or ignorantDoes he need a hearing aidAnd with a six page readoutThey had the answers and a planWhat they had was a blueprintTo turn this boy into a manThrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoidOf the happiness that would help this little boyTeased him with a rainbowWhen they knew there was no pot of goldBut it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever toldIn the long run I did fine
