Lyrics

[Verse 1] Is this silly paragon a marvel or a stain? A fixture for the ages or a link of spoiled chain? The ultra-modern statement of abominable crime In every nervous etching of its swaggering design Mother says, "My baby boy was born to be a star" She doesn't know that every night, he stiffs the reservoir Churning out a fiction of ingenious for the kids How vermin learn to live in places life itself forbids [Chorus] I see hours of battered time Not for yours, I miss of mine I see holiness in ruin I see barrenness for sale I see sexual provocation Without any inclination Of a history derailed I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale (Tell me how you really feel) [Verse 2] Now, what's to come of Johnny in the autumn of his years? The faulty institutions have the spiritless revered Ordinary dabble for the stationary buyer A song of slick vanilla sing the toxic pigeon choir Peddlers and poachers prove the very best of friends Associating produce to appropriated trends The cat is always hungry, that's just how he got so fat I think I hear a rattlesnake, I think I smell a rat [Chorus] I see hours of battered time Not for yours, I miss of mine I see holiness in ruin I see barrenness for sale I see sexual provocation Without any inclination Of a history derailed I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale