Take that old grey mare and shoot it It ain't nothing to you but a lame idea Seen enough of those yeah to know where they'll lead me Following the hoof prints I'm finding the foundry There's more than two sides to each story And yours was always interesting When it all came down to the money Well I knew we had lost our philosopher king I didn't know where I was going And I still don't know where I'll go today Seems like all the folks with the time to do the talking They will always be the ones with the least to say I won't be formed to the ready-made Or matched to the cut of the retro grade Or led by the reins to a pony show Or marketed coy with a blowjob MO Backhand slap by the glad hand Sculpted and spun to a virtual band I lost my taste for expense account feasts When I felt the embrace of a corporate leash Don't go drown in a shallow pool We've got so much work for you