Mario (the Offender)

Lyrics

Mario, The Offender Music: Graham Guest & Moses Guest Words: Graham Guest Innocence, in a sense, is a security You hop the fence to the land of opportunity Through city streets or mountains of obscurity With every step you're shaking with identity Petulance is alive in the community You jump the gun at the promise of prosperity And on the run in the shadow of identity Your self is broken glass in the menagerie Hell no. You can't beat that. Just look in the mirror What you see. Well that's not me They call him Bartolomeo, but he's actually Jon They say he's got things for sale. Now won't you give me one A cold day in winter can't hide it A warm day in summer won't make you come down The bluebirds are breaking the window Then drown the sea The offender Mario. He's blowing shit on my lawn And I want to kill hee-o. I'm want to give him some Everyone is somebody or so it seems Like rabbits on the run or maybe you and me In your shoes, you're planning your prosperity But nothing seems to work the way it's supposed to be Hell no. You can't beat that. Just look in the mirror What you see. Well that's not me