unruly boys, unruly girls

Tunes in my head: The Collins Missile by Leo Kottke and Mike Gordon
Atmosphere: Helping

i'd like to be some sort of idealistic figure
but the day comes and a crack is formed
i'd like to tell the world, the leader
that to pretend is farce and to satire is true

in the middle of the street the voices mutter
in their own distinguishable tones
they hear me sleep they see me dream
and they enviously mumble degrading words

i'd like to be some positive point
but the final stand has been made
if the people continue to murmur
i swear, i really will turn to murder

i keep myself in mind when voices run through
their footsteps echo ten thousand times
and as they tell me to simply hang around
the water stagnates and slowly expires