Why you cryin’?
Searching for souls to steal.
Climbing up balconies,
Running over rooftops
And causing a scene.
Your snail-trail is losing its charm.
Your fangs dun been lost their point.
I remember when you stood
But you got mixed up
In a whole lotta cryin’…
Remember when it wasn’t so easy
To get you tripped up?
When your word was bond?
Well, I remember when these impressions
Were an art form you respected,
And when no matter what, the show had to go on.
I used to look up to you.
I still do. But people around here
Have been talking. Doubt is out here.
We look up to you.
So get up, and get there.
I need you front and center.