your hair got long, shaggy
poster boy for the rock star handbook
shoulders so shrugged
shoes so snappy
guitar strap in your hand
you're perfectly happy
to cross that line
roll those eyes
go, go sing on the stage
with your backstage passes
your straight edge lies
you talk a big game
all hypocrites do
stone up your face
make rules to tame
stop smoking, stop using
oh, just like you?
this is no contest
no sibling race.
see, see that girl
go hold her so tight
leave me sitting, legs crossed
in the pew
with candlelight.
grow, grow up
cross your arms and walk away
shirk me off with a sidelong smirk
sing rebel, rebel and way
to that sarcasm.
a prayer doesn't have to be to God,
goddamnit.
private to public
peace in family
January 2005
