Unhand me I am not a criminal
Though I've played a guilty part
In the modern sense that one pretends
Their life is original
I wrote a book and I will call it something cynical
The story is slow the hero does not change
And if he can then he won't anyway
Instead his foes and lovers all become identical
I fled the country
I thought I'd leave this behind
But I built the same d**n house
On every acre I could find
And I tried to fake my own death
Just shake the devils from my mind
I said
Unhand me I am not a criminal
And if I am I paid the man just let me go
Soon enough you will be dancing at my funeral
