just like the rest of us
when our dreams are shot down
over enemy lines
not knowing where else to turn
and seeing everywhere
they're white plastic faces
with wide white plastic smiles
pretending everything's A-OK
like you've never been hurt
you and jesus in the pin-stripe suit
running through the maze
fast as you can
(-yeah but it's never fast enough is it?-)
to escape the folks
in their white plastic suits
they tie you up
and turn you 'round and 'round
(-like pin the tail on the donkey
only nobody ever wins here-)
leaving you to count
all the bloodstains on the wall
like dracula
with his cotton-candy smile
and jesus
in his pin-stripe suit
© 1998 m. hughes
