Saw the conflict of interest slipping cash in the hand
Saw the wave of the future through the crack in the dam
A red carpet bagger makes a blackberry call
He's been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept
Now his room is on fire since he painted it red
With a post-modern author who didn't exist
There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed
For the soul singer in the session band
Wasted wheat paste campaign, post no bills on the wall
See the soul singer in the session band
And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home
Of the soul singer in the session band
I've been coming and going since the day I was born
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan
I had a lengthy discussion about the power of myth
Drowned the soul singer in the session band
We'll need every sandbag and every man
Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand
Just like that soul singer in the session band
Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead
Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand
Just like that soul singer in the session band
In this fictitious world, all reality twists
Headlights or taillights, it's a flip of a coin
I was a hopeless romantic, now I'm just turning tricks
For the soul singer in the session band
To save the soul singer in the session band
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan
Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand
To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt
You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault
See the soul singer in the session band
I grew old in an instant, now I am all on my own
