Grand Mal Blues - Dead Rider

Impossible!

There is an opposable thumb

The great pacifier

Set to glass typewriter

Digital bubble pop and puke

And those drums oooh

You’re a real snare strainer

Air complainer

You could press a wish and make it come true

But you hit he nose, a hollow gesture

Set the aggression

All impotent rage as seen from above

You could hitch a ride but you can’t lead the way

Even now you hide in the back and watch the others attack

And wait for ol' Caesar to bring you forth and give his verdict

Grand mal blues