fed up with "made you look".    and dirty crooks without a clue.    they all wear the same face and it says    "hangman, i'm onto you"      hangman, it's not your fault.    commit this to memory.    the bright ideas always    get lost along the way      last call for medicine.    so count me in and turn me loose.    i never meant to hide anything    but i'll never tell the truth      commit this to memory      i'm just a guy that never tried.   i'm just a stupid fuck with brillant luck.    and sometimes a bright idea.    so shower me in a chorus of compliments.    and verse i don't deserve.    i might run, but i'll never hide.      "hey, thats not right, you can't complain    everything's gonna be just fine".    said the pen to the dotted line.    if memory serves then mark my words.    this game's called "catch me if you can"    and with wine we salute all our bitterness