Rebel Without a Clue

Here he comes

Swaggering down the road

And sure as night ends day

He’s carrying a load

Of worthless words to say

Of women that he’s been through

And then thrown away

A rebel without a clue

A tired masquerade

Just another liar faking his way through life

There he goes

Recycling The Game

To a bored audience

A decade or so beyond

Being up for this

Just another liar faking his way through life

You’ve never met no one

Like me before I’ll bet

You’ll not regret the night

You spend with me I swear

Just another liar faking his way through life