Old Grey Mare

Take that old grey mare and shoot it
It ain’t nothing to you but a lame idea
Seen enough of those yeah to know where they’ll lead me
Following the hoof prints I’m finding the foundry
There’s more than two sides to each story
And yours was always interesting
When it all came down to the money
Well I knew we had lost our philosopher king
I didn’t know where I was going
And I still don’t know where I’ll go today
Seems like all the folks with the time to do the talking
They will always be the ones with the least to say
I won’t be formed to the ready-made
Or matched to the cut of the retro grade
Or led by the reins to a pony show
Or marketed coy with a blowjob MO
Backhand slap by the glad hand
Sculpted and spun to a virtual band
I lost my taste for expense account feasts
When I felt the embrace of a corporate leash
Don’t go drown in a shallow pool
We’ve got so much work for you