You're my flesh and blood
but we're not the same
a common name
and now
a common distance
i looked up to you
in your plush armchair
respect or fear
i couldn't see the difference
Lay your wager down
who'll be king in tinsel town?
`cause all the prophets and the gypsies
on the strip in venice beach
have looked me in the eye
and said, "your dreams still lie in reach"
and who am i to doubt them
and who are you
to write these speeches?
Is it my poverty
that brings a blush to you?
or the honesty
that speaks the mind
that comes with it
Were you once a man
with younger eyes
a hungry pride
that would not feel
resistance?
Lay your wager down
they're crowning the king in tinsel town
there are strangers, there are lovers
out on fairfax in a line
they look me in the eye
and say "our thoughts are intertwined"
and who am i to doubt them?
and who are you to tear down
these signs?