Child of convention,      Have you been let down?      Been dragging your cross all over this town.      Your crucifixion has been so drawn out,      But you accept it by drowning out the doubt.            They’ll throw you away.      Pick the meat from the car wreck,      Leave the dregs to their fate.      They’ll throw you away.      A dispensable reject,      Kings and queens of F. A.            Your young apprentice has worn through your shoes.      Don’t shoot the lame horse for bearing bad news.      Have you lost patience though you were her muse?      Did you teach her too well how to take the worlds abuse?            They’ll throw you away.      Pick the meat from the car wreck.      Leave the dregs to their fate.      They’ll throw you away.      A dispensable reject.      Kings and queens of F. A.            They don’t see the worth in you that I do.            They’ll throw you away.