"Blitzkrieg"
Blitzkrieg all of your pain on me
I really want to hear your story
If it’s not as amusing (as you think it is)
Be waiting for a bruising (don’t go hiding, kid)
Drop it like a lightning war
There isn’t a reason to knock on my door
Just stumble on through the corridor
Your memories and thoughts, I will absorb
If it is all a bore
I will not ask for more
This is not a metaphor
In the game of life, you have yet to score
Don’t speak if you have nothing of use
Psychiatrists are paid to hear the news
That you reek of the undying blues
But I’ll pay attention, or so I enthuse
Acquitted of murder, but who would accuse
You of such a thing, I’m confused
This is the third time? Why so profuse?
Is it your vouch-proof attributes that you destitute?
Okay so now I’m interested
And now I’m not, I suggested
That you never enter again this blessed
Office, and now you’re back, I then digested
It all in with the rest of it
Maybe, I jest with all due respect
You’ll have a better story lined up
When you’re old and decrepit
