by thenewgreen
We grew up in similar ways
Turned textiles in to the rags of kings
When wounded we sauntered away
Beneath the bleachers and eyeballed
The legs of the coach's wife
The moon rose full on the field
She was yours for the taking
But you never seemed to yield
And the players all fell
To the knickers you donned as yourself
You've been always your own man
Or so it seemed then
But you can't be hollywood all the time
The paint dripping off of your eyes
Suits your piouty just fine
Take the proceeds and bury them
Beneath that same full moon
Started a cover band
Played poolside with your bass in the bath
Though you never removed your shirt
For fear the girls would see what you were
For fear the girls would see just what you weren't
You've been always your own man
Or so it seemed then
But you can't be hollywood all the time
The paint dripping off of your eyes
Suits your piouty just fine
Take the proceeds and bury them
Beneath that same full moon
I've been holding on too long
To the boy that I once was
To the memory of when
You were king of the castle
You were the king of the castle...