Hanging by A Dream

And so the story goes

One day you would be king

And though your daddy pulled the string

Somehow you're hanging by a dream

Ya been grandstanding in your ivory tower

The village is up in arms

The natives are restless, cops defenseless

And you are gone gone gone

You must've got dropped on your head

From your mothers bed

Now that little baby hand

Is strangling the promised land

So the story goes

One day you would be king

Though your daddy pull the strings

Still you're hangin' by a dream

The way it's always told to all the schoolyard kids

Devils work and dirty deeds

Swing and sway in the breeze

And you're hangin' by a dream

Been shuck and jivin'

Drinkin' drivin' drunk on your own sweat

Your status quo is fallin' below the ceiling

of your debt

You're immoral you're sadistic, fuckin' twisted

Totally devoid of soul

Somethings happening here,

Do you know what it is Mr. Jones?