(First verse)
Take this one for granted, he’ll be here when you’re gone
He’ll be all alone in the corner, singin’ his favorite song
Strokin’ his own ego just cause he needs somethin’ to stroke
An activity for the evening, while his other joys are broke
Left for dead, givin’ vocal head to a ten dollar microphone
In his prime without a purpose, check him out he’s in a zone
Pretty as a prancin’ panther, with not a clue as to why
Everytime he opens his mouth, all good things on this earth die
Call him an eyeless visionary, I’m sure he’ll understand
Once he realizes his absence is his only quality in demand
See he’s on a one man mission, to make himself a god
Out of funny sounds and thoughts he found while stumblin’ to the great beyond
Critisize him if you got to, is it really worth your steam
He just wants to get paid high laid and slayed to move on from this mundane dream
He’ll take you for a friend, but an audience is what he prefers
Take this one for granted, you might as well what the hell he’s yours

(Chorus)
This song isn’t long and it’s not about meeeeee............
This song isn’t long and it is about heeeee.................
Repeat

(Free Verse Break)
Talkin’ bout cash; Just to get by like a fly I gotta free bass cause I’m amazed by the plenty hornicopia. Thats like a
cornicopia only its horny. Can you learn me, cause I’m so deep that you can’t discern me. I’m gonna get crazy on
the mic like right like I got dreams and guarantees and then sing blah, blah, blah....

(Second Verse)
Take this one for granted and feed him when you’re full
He might smile just for the hell of it and say something desparately dull
Excuse himself from the table, to find himself one of three things
An unsupecting broad, proof of God, or someone who can actually sing
That’s when and where you should stab him, in the back when he’s not looking
In case you didn’t plan ahead and already poison his portion of the cooking
If you chicken out he’s coming right back, full of ridiculous revelations
About evolution, mind pollution, how to bring down what divides the nations
So take your chances with the consequences, his ego it only enlarges
The authorities will just have to laugh and probably won’t even press charges
They don’t like him much either, the company that he prefers ain’t his own
So take him for granted, you might as well, what the hell he’s yours

(Chorus
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Chorus and fade...........)