The Big House

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Mark Eitzel - Pop

The Big House

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The big house is lit up at night An island in the calm of the storm Scattered meaningless shattered words And bored security guards The speaker stack is a wall too high to climb It protects you from the outside world Malice, jealousy and their hard, cruel touch I exchange the look - "Yeah, well, good luck" I turn my back - the gold-plated carrot on a stick - You just hurt my heart too much Now you have a name, it doesn't matter who you are Don't think about it, maybe you'll go far Let them weigh you and judge you and let them use you as their tool Give it away, you give it away you fool Thanks anyway for the backstage pass Watching the lights flash as you sing your song Who's this old creep backstage Don't know what I'm doing here, don't know where I belong It's as hollow as King Tut's womb Just drinking drinks and eating snacks The treadmill keeps moving the river green I can see your freedom slipping through the cracks Now you have a name, it doesn't matter who you are Don't stop and think, face forward and you'll go far They'll weigh you and judge you and use you as their tool You give it away, you give it away you fool Antique paintings from across the pond Chandeliers and porcelain figurines Kill this demon and a bigger one will follow Your heart in the big house, cold and hollow Remember those who protect you And not those who respect you What price do you pay for your honesty I gave my laminate to one of your fans I'm sure he'll make better use of it than me Now you have a name, it doesn't matter who you are Just keep your head facing forward, maybe you'll go far They'll weigh you and judge you and use you as their tool And you give it away, you give it away you fool You beautiful fool You fool

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  • Mark Eitzel