I’ve been doing the opposite of what narcissists have been pressuring me to do for quite some time. Boy, have I been called bad and wrong A LOT. The “rules” are to keep us in line. The private plane people do not bother with the rules they rain down on us.
For the private planed ones to have all that freedom, the rest of us are being treated like prisoners. Many of us noticed when they shut down the world for their big lie that the private planes were flying over head more and more and more. That was gauling and QUITE THE MESSAGE.
Did anyone with a big private plane ever get one for doing the right thing? Can any of them ever say my name in public? If you ask me, the real currency in the world of R cutouts is planes and islands because they have been planning wars that they need to be ready to escape at a moment’s notice.
Motel Matches lyrics
Somewhere in the distance I can hear "Who Shot Sam?"
This is my conviction, that I am an innocent man
Though you say I'm unkind
I'm being as nice as I can
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches
I struck lucky with motel matches
Falling for you without a second look
Falling out of your open pocketbook
Giving you away like motel matches
I wake with the siren in an emergency
Though your mind is full of love
In your eyes there is a vacancy
And you know what I'll do
When the light outside changes from red to blue
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches
I struck lucky with motel matches
Falling for you without a second look
Falling out of your open pocketbook
Giving you away like motel matches
Alternate lyrics
Live at the Palomino, North Hollywood, CA, February 16, 1979:
Somewhere in the distance I can hear "Who Shot Sam?"
Someone's crawling 'round your door
I suspect it is the insect man
Though you say I'm unkind
You'll find
I'm being as nice as I can
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches
I struck lucky with motel matches
Falling for you without a second look
Falling out of your open pocketbook
Giving you away like motel matches
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I remember thinking as I was crawling to the door
That I will make my move if I can only jump this chequered floor
And I know that quite soon
You'll see more of me than just a cartoon
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches
I struck lucky with motel matches
Falling for you without a second look
Falling out of your open pocketbook
Giving you away like motel matches
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches
I struck lucky with motel matches
Falling for you without a second look
Falling out of your open pocketbook
Giving you away like motel matches
Giving you away like motel matches
Giving you away like motel matches
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
