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The Ego Says Hi
Wired for sound,
By music so profound,
Playing tough chords,
But not out of bounds.
The ego comes by,
To just say hi,
It's usually small or large,
For a mind to occupy.
But what's the use?
Everyone has an excuse,
People live their way,
And look for things brand new.
Roger, Roger,
Are things smoothed out?
Is it something good or bad,
That we're talking about?
In no way shape or form,
It's a nil sort of thing,
The yankee dollar's lost,
To the wealth of a rich king.
The jester is often funny,
Until he makes no more money,
He loses his smile,
And all of his harmony.
Copyright © 1999 - 2025
Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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