Touring My Backyard (Augmented) by Cynicism Management

A new "augmented" version of the original 2011 track.

TOURING MY BACKYARD

When I was just a boy I yearned to rock n' roll
But I didn't realize I was living in a hole
Then I grew a tiny bit, my vision kind of cleared
I popped a beer, caressed my cage and never really feared

Now I'm the coolest guy around, the only god with such a sound
I sell my twopence sermons every day
My nails are black my eyes are lined my pants are tight oh I'm so fine
I gloat in dismal dismay and decay

I rented the only touring bus in this godforsaken place
And published in every goddamn paper I was touring my own space

Oh wow yippee my gosh and gee
I'm tourin' my backyard
Rolling over my own mower
Bellyfolds o' lard
Mounted mirrors on the walls
My backyard's looking big
I'm bouncing reeling falling over
My excessive concert rig

In the mornings my head hurts, my double visions spin
But I know well that I'm the One so I embrace my sins
My proud dadland needs me to flash her stardom smiles
Distract the nation with pretence, wallow in shit piles

From the mountains to the sea
I sing my three-chord symphony
Nameless crowds beneath my feet
Look up at this astounding deed
My hair receding down my spine
But I still make these corpses mine
Dancing deaf to shit I spout
I dread what I have figured out