Fruitless Fortunes - Swingin Utters

Fortunate, fortunate

Fortunate, fortunate

Fortunate, fortunate

Fortunate, fortunate

Fascists and their many guises, anarchists and their fantasizing

It seems sometimes they’re sailing the same boat

Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls

As some similar psycho’s screwing on the scope

I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head

We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic

And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed

I can safely say I’m coming home

Fairytales and fruitless fortunes acquired from some sad story teller

Can sometimes be enough to keep me warm in my keep

Organ grinders orating overtures of madness

As the heinous hipster’s spending his unearned currency

I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head

We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic

And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed

I can safely say I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

There may be many ways of reaching the same plateau

I’ll take the road less traveled if it looks like it ain’t been sold

The chains around my neck won’t break

But at least they’re made of solid gold

I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head

We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic

And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed

I can safely say I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home