He's a WHAT? he's a WHAT?nHe's a newspaper mannAnd he gets his best ideasnFrom a newspaper stand;nFrom his boots to his pantsnTo his comments and his rantsnHe knows that any little article will do!nnThough he expresses some confusionnBout his part in the plan,nAnd he can't understandnThat he's not in command;nThe decisions underwrittennBy the cash in his handnBought a sweater fornHis weimariner toonnNow I'm no mad man,nBut that's insanitynFeast before famine,nAnd more before familynGoes and shows up withnMore bowls and morenCups and the riot for thenLast hot meal eruptsnCorrupts his hard drivenThrough the leanest monthsnShells out the hard cashnFor the sickest stunts;nOn aftershave, on gasolinenHe flips the page and turnsnThe scenennIn my mind I'm drowning butterfliesnBroken dreams and alibis;nThat's fine.nI've seen my palette blownnTo monochrome-nHollow heartnClicks hollowtone,nIt's time.nnEye on authority,nThumb prints a forgerynBoy, ain't it crazy what thenLights can donFor counterfeit community;nEvery opportunitynWasted as the spacenBetween the flash tattoonnAnd the half-hearted hologram,nPosed for the partynNow he gloss full bleednOn a deaf dumb treenCod liver dollar signs,nCredit card autographnDown for the recordnBut not for freedomnnAngry young mannequinnAmerican, apparentlynStill to the rhythmnBetter get to the back of menCan't stand the vision,nBetter tongue the anatomynGold plated overhead,nBlank transparencynIn the days of old,nYou were a nutnNow you need three bumpsnBefore you cutnNot that I should care about,nNothing I ain't scared of, butnI guess you hadnTonBenThere.nnIn my mind I'm breeding butterflies,nBroken dreams, and alibisnThat's fine.nI've seen my palettenBlown to monochromenHollow heartnClicks hollowtonenIn time.nnI see you figured in your action posenFoam-injected axl rose,nLife sizenShould something shake younAnd you drop the news,nLord, just keep your dancing shoesnOff mine