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,
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