A Tale Told by an Idiot

I'm not living like I should, leave no witness I keep showing up in life, leave no witness A never ending song, I'm heading for the most predictable cadence You're a librarian burning books, love A lion, a witch, and a wardrobe A human hurricane, derailing train You've made horror, you've made a horrible mess and Who do you think you are to question the tower? To jump in the choir and sing like it's something you'd offer? And who do you think you woo when you ponder the yonder? Or shake your fist high at the sky, tell me, why should we bother? Who do you think you are, all piggish and stipend? The storm is the bastard, your face is the face that it's slapping And there's a woman that I know with some syndrome She frantically decorates her sweet home She boards up the cracks To ward off attacks from the wind and, and, and, and, and And she kisses me there on the hearthstone But deep down, we both know we're alone We're human hurricanes, spinning weather vanes We've made horror, you've made a horrible mess and Who do you think you are to question the tower? To jump in the choir and sing like it's something you'd offer? And who do you think you woo when you slumber a slaughter? Or shake your fist high at the sky, tell me, why should we bother? Why bother? The storm slaps your wrist You'll drip dollars and cents Over back beat accents and piano suspense While the ocean's intent and the patrons lament On the horror When the flare light is blinding but yet it's inviting The writers keep writing, the typewriters typing The poets are pining, the actors are lying It's horror, you've made a horrible mess and Who do you think you are to stare at the mountain? To join in the fire and stew like it's some warmth you'd offer? And what do you think you prove when you murder a monster? Or scream out the words, "Tell me why, why the fuck should we bother?" What do you think you prove all piggish and stipend? To stare at your navel and constantly pick out your coffin?