Waterboy Blues See the boy in the corner See him trapped in this place See him try to be deep And not just a pretty face See him play his guitar and See him blowing his horn See him singing and smile To the wish he'd never been born Said he heard the big music If he had could he tell He turns up amps and emotions They push and so he fell Said he had to be pagan Said the worshipped the man He's inconsistent and shallow With a limited attention span Death in Venice was easy Three chords down to a T Saw the way that the wind was blowing And he moved down to the sea Spoke the fisherman's language In a cod ethnic style Needing a lift for the season And he goes to the emerald isle And so to new age haven And so trapped in the spell Blinded by bogus ideas The once big music fell |