James Roberts - Getting Tight
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Getting Tight The folk singer takes his seat Gives up a startling revelation How his haircut cost him more Than the GDP of a third world nation Talk radio fills my head Full of useless information Below my hairline is the nether region Of an unexploited imagination The angry mob is at my door With their torches burning bright Im slipping into something familiar Cause the time is getting tight Facts are flying in my face As the artist takes years off my life The calming hum of the broadcast tower Spreads the word throughout the night The mob comes banging at my door With their torches burning bright Im slipping into something familiar Cause the time is getting tight How I aspire to greatness Put me on a pedestal I could rain down misery From my cache of blue chemicals