Proof Of Receipt
John Samaras
Asleep at wheel again
Lost control before you’ve begun
Time is just too damn precious
To submit to laziness
Keep all of your receipts
Proof’s not what I need
Keep burning this paper trail
And cover up your little scheme
Raising your voice again
Just like some long forgotten son
Reduced to a name on a list
Try not to overstay your visit
The experts will state opinions
Even if it’s a matter of fact
Life is just too damn precious
To throw away in hesitation
It left a lot to imagination
Of afterthoughts
Locked in the resonator
You don’t care what it means
Just as long as it’s obscene
We’re all cogs in the machine
But you don’t mind