Girls in dresses surround the man in fame   Mother stands back, watch her son go down in flames   Bubbles headed for the brain, lines destined to change   Best thing to do is blend. Know what I'm saying      People contemplating their next move   On the chessboard of life   Take a joke, close your eyes, and turn the music up   Stale people, stale uniforms...hands in their pockets   Miniature minds thinking their grand thoughts   Miniature people picking out everyone's faults   Ideas seem to change with the last thought of the night   Questions written on your face   Questions wading in your mind      Girls in dresses surround the man in fame   Mother stands back, watch her son go down in flames   Bubbles headed for the brain, lines destined to change   Best thing to do is blend. Know what I'm saying      People masterbating their way    Thru thier own chessboard of life   Take a joke, close your eyes, and turn the music up   Fake people in uniforms...cocks in their hands   Miniature minds thinking their grand thoughts   Miniature people picking out everyone's faults   Ideas seem to change   With the last thought of the night   Answers written on your face   Answers wading in your mind      Girls in dresses surround the man in fame   Mother stands back, watch her son go down in flames   Bubbles headed for the brain, lines destined to change   Best thing to do is blend. Know what I'm saying      First finger and my thumb on my face...   Who have I become?   A slave to the bottle?   Faceless man to society?   Some days masked by sobriety       First finger and my thumb on my face...   Who have I become?      Girls in dresses surround the man in fame   Mother stands back, watch her son go down in flames   Bubbles headed for the brain, lines destined to change   Best thing to do is blend. Know what I'm saying      (Guitar Solo)      Girls in dresses surround the man in fame   Mother stands back, watch her son go down in flames   Bubbles headed for the brain, lines destined to change   Best thing to do is blend. Know what I'm saying      First finger and my thumb on my face...   Who have I become?   A slave to the bottle?   Faceless man to society?   Some days masked by sobriety      First finger and my thumb on my face...   Who have I become?