Singer Songwriter

Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer
And his kid made a mint off the war
Your father shot stills and then directed films
That your mom did publicity for
I saw your older sis on the year's best book list
And your brother, he manages bands

And you're keen to downplay
But you're quick to betray
With one well turned out wave of your hand
You come from wealth,
Yeah, you've got wealth
What a bitch they didn't give you much else

I heard Cuss by The Kinks on your speakers
I saw Poe and Artau? on your shelves
While The Last Laugh's first scene
On your flat panel screen
Lit Chanel that you've wrapped around yourself
You've got outsider art by an artist who arguably kidnapped a kid on your wall
While your designers have slyly
Directed the eye down clean lines in your well-lit hall

You've got taste, you've got taste
What a waste that that's all that you have

You wrote your thesis on the Gospel of Thomas
You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat
And this book you once read
Says there's less people dead
At this point now than those who are not
And this film we once saw was reviled for its flaws
But its flaws were what made us have fun
And the life some folks had might have made us feel bad
Why feel bad man, it's nothing that you've done
It's all in your hand, it's all in your hand
Like a gun, like a globe, like a grand

And this thing you once said disappeared from my head
In the time that it took to be amazed
And this thing you once did might have dazzled the kids
But the kids once grown up are gonna walk away
And your world is gonna change nothing
And our world is gonna change nothing