Good People

Did you ask that man on the corner for the time of day?
Did he shrug and glance at his wrist and say
"Dunno, here you go"
And hand you a fool's gold watch

I should tell you some secret stories
Sacred and confounding
But by God you tell me
What's the point?

Go on and get your fortune told, give away your fortune
You're fortunate enough to have one
You're morally disconnected
You seem to be a mistress or some forgotten wallflower

Cliche of an old man's dreams, the storybook disease
In a rush to get out and leave, Mister Good for Nothing
Miss Disease in need of a heartache
Beg now and then for a sin to appease
Beg now and then for a sin to appease