The Road To Ruin - Original Cynic

What is he there for, what does he care
Someone else can go up, he'll wait by the stairs
Visiting's always a heinous affair
If they unlock their doors then their cupboard is bare

Behind every face is a bill in disguise
Behind every joke is a tear someone cries
He says to himself for he's all who will hear
Would anyone notice if I disappear

He's just hogging the ball
Everybody's a critic
But make way, make way, make way, make way
For the original cynic

Where is he going, getting nowhere
He won't talk to people, he avoids what they share
He thinks he knows all the rules of charades
Maybe he does, but nobody plays

For behind every face are just eyes of concern
Behind every stare is a question that burns
They all call out to him, he does not hear
For he is so lost in his personal fear

He's just hogging the ball
Everybody's a critic
But make way, make way, make way, make way
For the original cynic

He's the original, yeah the original, he's the original cynic

Written by:
Miles Stenhouse

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