Unhand me I am not a criminal
But I've played a guilty part
In the modern sense that one pretends their life is original
I wrote a book and I will call it something cynical
Oooooooo
The story's slow the hero does not change and if he can then he won't anyway
Instead his foes and lovers all become identical
I fled the country
I thought I'd leave this behind
But I built the same damn house
On every acre I could find
And I tried to fake my own death to shake the devils from my mind
I said
Unhand me I am not a criminal
And if I am I paid the man just let me go
Soon enough you will be dancing at my funeral