I'll tell a story of the man in the moon
and a man whose greatest problem was that he shot too soon
a man who had the world laid at his feet
the one who was caught by currents in the river of deceit.
There's the man known to riches too vast to count
the man so deaf he can't hear his sanity shout.
So poor another the streets are his home
a man with no trust who stands in crowds alone.
One so betrayed he is fearful of love
another seeks inspiration from the heavens above.
A man so vain all around become mirrors
the paranoid man to whom the phone ringing brings terror.
The man filled with drugs blase and uncaring
one greedy and possessive with all things unsharing.
A man to whom birthright means the world is his
the man known to slander the slinger of shit
no wrong known, or done, by another so smart
the man whose dick ran away with his heart.
A man well-built, knotted and lame
one so unpopular yet they all know his name.
There's the one silent and watchful who knows patience is golden
another who has everything only it's borrowed or stolen.
A dreamer with hopes of a future just right
and a man who sees vengeance in fists held tight.