Fireside Phenomena

There goes the house I used to live in
there goes the whole block
burned bodies, evil fingers
havenīt I lost enough

Ground zero and I make plans for Christmas
you might think that thats odd
but I refuse to find myself hungry
you know I hungred a lot

My black suit on, the tie is tied as perfect
as anyone could tie it Iīm sure
may be compulsive, might be obsessive
I wonīt take any more

Beggars canīt be choosers that I know
just like winners will always beat loosers that Iīve showed
If I am unhappy everybody else should be slighty sad, at least slightly sad
If I am unhappy...

I feel alive but nothing ever changes
My bags are empty they say
But what they canīt see is what I can be
The grim result of their prayers