C’est La Vie Protest The Hero
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[Verse 1]
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
His final sound a gurgle and a cough
And his final words “the pendulum wore off.”
Stepped off a building to find concrete evidence
Concrete evidence that he’d ever make an impact
Fiction splattered into
Fiction splattered into fact
Fact
And his fiction splattered into another sidewalk painting on display
Stepped off a bridge so he could make a splash
To make a splash he had to flounder like a fish out of water
Another lamb that chose the slaughter
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
His final sound a gurgle and a cough
Stepped off a platform and briefly made
Yeah he briefly made the news
Made the news and made the trains run fifteen minutes late
Oh what a price to pay the trains were fifteen minutes late
Oh what a price to pay to be the author of your fate
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
His final sound a gurgle and a cough
And his final words “the pendulum wore off.”
Stepped off a building to find concrete evidence
Concrete evidence that he’d ever make an impact
Fiction splattered into
Fiction splattered into fact
Fact
And his fiction splattered into another sidewalk painting on display
Stepped off a bridge so he could make a splash
To make a splash he had to flounder like a fish out of water
Another lamb that chose the slaughter
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
His final sound a gurgle and a cough
Stepped off a platform and briefly made
Yeah he briefly made the news
Made the news and made the trains run fifteen minutes late
Oh what a price to pay the trains were fifteen minutes late
Oh what a price to pay to be the author of your fate
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