Irrational

Music-Rich, Dave
 Lyrics-Ron
 The color
 Of Money
 Is the
 Color of greed
 Grab
 What you can
 Take
 What you need
 A wishful
 Thinker
 Lives
 In the past
 Climbed on
 The world
 That went by
 Too fast
 More temper
 Than
 Imagination
 Portrait of
 A losing side
 Opinions formed
 Without
 Taking time
 To care
 The stone thrower
 Broke the windows of his glass house
 Thoughtless search
 For a
 Scapegoat
 A human coin
 On edge
 For a time
 Having a fallout
 All of his own
 Hungry for
 Want of gentleness
 A carnival story
 With absence
 Of scenes
 Slightly tilt
 And left
 Of center
 He can rum
 A four minute mile
 Just as long as
 He was chasing
 A fast buck
 Sour man
 Sit in the rubble
 Of your own making
 Feed off your own
 Disillusions
 When your irrational
 It's always a sorrow
 A thin line into
 The dust
 Sour man
 Feed off your own
 Disillusions
 Sit in the rubble
 Of your own makings