Bozo Burnout

All I hear is,

“I told them…”

You told them what?

One simple question and you freeze right up.

Turn your back, walk away,

Guess the truth don’t fit today.

Cute… real damn cute,

Another exit, same old route.

{driving guitar riff, tight drums} Pinocchio,

your strings are showing,

Every lie just keeps on growing.

Funny thing I finally see… The joke was never me.

{building tension, added guitar layers} Bozo Boy,

Bozo Boy,

Big tough talk, just making noise.

King of the field from eight to five,

Clock out and watch that ego die.

Can’t look me straight in the eye,

Guess the truth’s too hard to try.

You said you don’t need me… remember?

Funny you’re still standing here.

{anthemic chorus, full band hit} You sold your story door to door,

Changed the ending, wrote some more.

Thought I’d crumble, thought I’d break,

Now I’m watching your mask shake.

No worries… I don’t need proof.

Silence tells the honest truth.

{steady verse pocket, guitar fills} You’re hot stuff…

in your own mind.

Confidence bought on borrowed time.

The louder you bark,

the smaller you seem,

A paper crown and a broken dream.

{stripped back, building intensity} Bozo Boy,

take a bow,

Truth is knocking on you now.

You can run

but you can’t hide,

Every lie comes due in time.

I don’t need your made-up fame,

I won’t carry all your blame.

The mirror knows what you avoid… Good luck,

Bozo Boy. {full peak arrangement,

gang vocals} You kept saying,

“I told them.” Now tell yourself… Why couldn’t you ever tell me

the truth? {fading guitars,

final

drum

hit}