You can call me names, you can say that I am stuck in my ways. You can see what you want, that’s your prerogative. We are only here to take it in and make our bets. Maybe you will be the one who does it best. But if it all goes south, there will be dancing down there, cause I know that I am not the only one who needs another world. Everybody knows it’s too bad what we’ve come to, but we get our itches scratched—except the one, you know the one, the one between the blades. You can feel what you want, that’s your prerogative. It’s just that every time I pick up my camera it says, what are you gonna do? Take a new kind of picture? Say a new prayer for the world, get blood from a stone, tell a new kind of joke? Everybody knows it’s too bad what we’ve come to, but we get our itches scratched—except the one, you know the one, the one between the blades. Maybe you will be the one who reaches that. But if it all goes south, there will be dancing down there, cause I know that I am not the only one who needs another world.