[Verse 1]
Right from the moment my eyes taught themselves how to focus
I always knew this world had a terminal illness
The plot has thickened, the plot has thickened
What?
You’re idolizing, you’re idolizing a fool
A better seller, a better seller, for what?
To sing of razors, having never been cut
[Verse 2]
And if I had a choice I would not be a witness
While they glorify sorrow and loneliness
The point is missing, the point is missing
What?
A better message, a better message
We need, a better seller, a better seller for what?
We need a leader and not a theatrical drunk
[Chorus]
Now my environment is a product of me
Oh what a perfect place to be to be to be to be!
[Verse 3]
I’m wondering how long
I can survive my selfish
Tendency to fold
The hand they dealt is useless
[Pre-Chorus]
A better message, a better message
We need, a better seller, a better seller for what?
We need a leader, we need a leader and not
We need a leader and not a theatrical drunk
[Chorus]
Now my environment is a product of me
Oh what a perfect place to be to be to be to be!
Now my environment is a product of me
Oh what a perfect place to be to be to be to be!
[Outro]
The transient, the sailor song
We move along and on and on
This harbor job, with hours long
We move along and on and on
We’re here to go, so now I’m gone
(Now my environment is a product of me)
We move along and on and on