John T. Wurzer - I Can't Take It Anymore

I walk in circles like the fool. Surrounding life and eating gruel
Considering the golden rule, I've lent the world a hand
Conceited in my poverty, I criticize those over me
And scoff at all their history. They'll never understand
I grew up wise within myself, with disregard for mental health
My visions of the greatest wealth brought minstrels to my door
They sang of truck stops on the moon, and of trying to get there too soon
Without the help of Woody's tune. A hero's dreams of war
And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore

A ghost is in my Fridgedaire.It's looking for the midnight air
And it clamors in a sad despair because death is losing ground
The winners, they want to prolong life, to make this world of ours a wife
You take the fork. I'll take the knife. And we'll feed upon its sound
But when the bells ring time to go, you'll find me cursing acid snow
'cause the friends I've had no longer know what it means to leave the shore
Ignoring what I know as pride, I try to keep the other side
From balancing its TV guide on my armchair that gets sore
And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore

Now it's like you to be cold as fear, at anytime of any year
No you shouldn't ask such a stupid seer to master what you've known
The torrents of the storm evolve, to give you problems that I can't solve
And it makes my spinal cord revolve, to see you sit there all alone
Outside above a private shower, where you base your dreams in any tower
With the vultures who will soon devour, the apple and the core
No it's not the art of looking good, and it's not this fancy neighborhood
It's just doing what I thought I should, that forced me to explore
And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore

So rest your head against my skin, and we'll watch the carnival begin
The price is paid. It's time to win. The sirens sing so wild
A patient doctor's evening prayer has told me that there's no one there
And the witches say it isn't fair when the stovepipes spare the child
So tonight I left the floor to try, to find a reason not to cry
The furniture had its reply, and it whispered (Shouted). to the floor
He ought to build his castles strong, on the images that built this song
On the weakness in the eyes that long for others to get poor
And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore

Written by:
John Wurzer

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