The Honey The Power And The Light

    E
The honey, the power, the light, they all blind me,
  E
Leave no stone unturned you'll still never find me.
    A
The rock that I hide in will never crack open,
     E
The shopping yard chisel* if you think I'm jokin'.
  B
I cannot be swayed and I will not be quiet,
     A
Tell the fat cats and big wigs to go on a diet.

E
They're taking up space that has better uses,
    E
So let's jump the tracks and unhitch their cabooses.
        A
They're making it clear they don't get my vibe.
    E
So publish solutions and I will subscribe
    B
And contribute page after page of my theories
      A
Which I will type out 'til my fingers grow weary.

    E
My arms they are shaking right up to my neck.
   E
I was a good job paid off with bad checks,
    A
And counterfeit cash with faked IOUs,
     E
And phony sunsets and fraudulent use.
       B
They'll distract me, I know, and I'll pay the fee
    A
And I'll borrow from those a lot younger than me.

     E
The kids did not want to grow old and stupid
     E
But that's what they got for ignoring cupid.
     A
His arrows went flying he shot at them all,
    E
But his aim was so poor he punctured a wall.
      B
Well what happen I'll tell you the brain killed the heart,
     A
And so his solutions were passed off as art.

        E
They're churning out robots and marching machines
    E
Who go and write stories for large magazines.
     A
Yeah, with pages paid off by corporate sponsors,
     E
Who came in like champions and ended up monsters.
     B
When angels and guardians finally desert me
     A
The cops and the crooks will team up just to hurt me.

   E
I cannot be swayed to a life of frustration,
   E
Of punching in walls when I'd rather punch nations,
    A
Who never stop fighting these not knowing victory.
    E
So give me blank books to fill up with history.
        B
There's more to believe than just* assumptions,
    A
And wait for the big foot to descend and crush them.

    E
I'm just a lone bottle, I float with the notion
     E
That there's some meaning in this bottled ocean.
    A
My tide will come in if you'll hear a knocking,
   E
Above all the roar of this meaningless talking.
     B
Attempts to invent a whole new way to fight
     A
Will fall through the honey, and the power, and light