King of the Laymen

Everyone here is on to me The stench seeps through my two front teeth And opens up to a concrete shelf I lit a match and then I found myself With a cheap self help book, a confetti grenade As an archetypal hero in an American parade All of those colors look wrong on me Cause they're on a different spectrum that I cannot see At night At night Goodnight Goodbye Make me into the image you want Degrade me I'm just another pawn In the big scheme, a beached whale on the lawn Without sunscreen, I'm a leach on the dream You were Leonardo I was only George Clooney I'm sitting in your throne now and the champagne goes right through me If I were dermatology, you would be neurology This self-serving economy is great at self-lobotomy Us laymen struggle awkwardly without a hint of sovereignty We need ourselves a ruler who can get us all out of this mess Someone under eighty five, not dripping with formaldehyde This sorry case in front of you unfortunately has to do For now For now Sing it proud Sing it loud So adopt me into the palm of your hand And now you've got me, I'm a whore with a plan Another white man with an electric guitar My plan half-baked but I want to be a big big