Twenty Years.

There are twenty years to go
And twenty ways to know
Who’ll wear, who’ll wear the hat.

There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope.
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show…

Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes…
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye.

There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone.

There are twenty years to go,
The punch drunk and the blow,
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone..

And thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye.

Thems the breaks
For we designer fakes,
But it’s you I take, cause you’re the truth, not I.

There are twenty years to go,
A golden age, I know.
But all will pass: will end too fast, you know.

There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose
Some hold the rope

That’s the end – and that’s the start of it
That’s the whole – and that’s the part of it
That’s the hide – and that’s the heart of it
That’s the long – and that’s the short of it
That’s the best – and that’s the test in it
That’s the doubt – doubt, not trust in it
That’s the sight – and that’s the sound of it
That’s the gift – and that’s the trick in it

You’re the truth, not I, you’re the truth, not I.
You’re the truth, not I, you’re the truth, not I.

You’re the truth, not I, you’re the truth, not I.
You’re the truth, not I, You’re the truth, not I.

Placebo.