He Friday feeling being wasted losing everything you lacked You're looking leaner, meaner, tougher looking like a real cool cat Taking bets on silent killers perking up your empty heart The second hand is motionless I like to watch you fall apart You see a parody and parallel to everything you felt Where all the spiritual and dutiful will offer up their help They're waving crosses, beads and bibles saying how your life could be Disbelieving in your reasons disbelief in what you see Cut! but you don't bleed Now, there's a rocket in your pocket, seen an effect but no cause And all the energy in vengeance sees you opening old sores The world of jokers, brokers, mockers say you're rotten to the skin And all those bones that creak below it sign confessions of their sins Now there's a legend of a legend and a classic being made But all the legend's are just legends and the classics seem to fade You see the second hand rotating like a turbine in a gale Say goodbye to yester-morrow where the challengers all failed A legend of a legend never