Prodigal Tots

For me music's a narcotic
Beyond the healing power of antibiotics and hypnotics
Watch me push my products
To the prodigal tots
Grow them up to methodical robots
Proud parents applaud the work ethic
Oblivious to symptoms and blind spots within them
I wasn't born this way
I grew to the man that stands before you today
With the help of countless blind eyes that were happy to oblige
Take your time with the interpretation
Lest you lose the story's message in the translation
Pay attention while I offer up the narration
See I had a band, we wrote some songs, we got along famously
But missing puzzle pieces made the puzzle wrong and incomplete
As time went on the body count was a roll-call for the victims of routine
So I jumped ship and inflated my passions and went to sea
I always wrote but I couldn't sing
Though every note danced in my brain
Every moment, the words, they came
Every moment became a day
Every day became a stepping stone
A guessing game I played alone
I stumbled and I slipped and I tripped and I fell
But oh well

All my heroes carry guns
Take this, and take this, and take this and run
Don't stop, update everyone

A basement full of idiots
Hooked on the box, smoking pot
They had a gift, they had a vision, they forgot
But I remember like it's present tense
That I've been trapped in ever since
Experienced a metamorphosis of how I rock
Another disillusioned son
Another CD pressed and spun
Another kid that wants to rap to solve his problems claiming therapy
Claiming he's the one
Claiming all sorts of unfounded stuff he's not
Claiming a lot
Claiming he's a prodigal tot
So I shed my skin of an instrument
That I was clinging t