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First comes the pitch
Then comes the sale
Pretty soon you wash it down
with a Molotov cocktail

It's just the perks
Of the road to fame
Intentions so well disguised
The lies don't seem so strange

I ain't sayin I got a bad bad deal
That I was wronged or innocent
But the foolish choices a young man makes
Are the same ones he'll resent

When the lights come on
The moths flutter in
oblivious that radiance eventually goes dim
The solitude of midnight
& the loneliness in the trail
Before too long there's reflection
But you can't see yourself

I ain't sayin I got a bad bad deal
That I was wronged or innocent
But the foolish choices a young man makes
Are the same ones he'll resent

Life's full of struggles, twists, & turns
There's gonna be fires, & you're gonna get burned, burned burned

I ain't sayin I got a bad bad deal
That I was wronged or innocent
But the foolish choices a young man makes
Are the same ones he'll resent