Cigar Long Run Lyrics

Long Run Lyrics

Sitting in the back row, preoccupied



While the world is spinning around him



He is locked up inside







And the one that they look to for answers



Holds the shackles as a threat



To the little boy of which requirements



This little boy he has not met







Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid



Of the happiness that would help this little boy



Teased him with a rainbow



When they knew there was no pot of gold



But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told







Hook him up to machines



See what they say



Is he blind, dumb, or ignorant



Does he need a hearing aid







And with a six page readout



They had the answers and a plan







What they had was a blueprint



To turn this boy into a man







Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid



Of the happiness that would help this little boy



Teased him with a rainbow



When they knew there was no pot of gold



But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told







In the long run I did fine