Long Run Lyrics - Singles - Cigar

Sitting in the back row, preoccupied 

While the world is spinning around him 

He is locked up inside 

And the one that they look to for answers 

Holds the shackles as a threat 

To the little boy of which requirements 

This little boy he has not met 

Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid 

Of the happiness that would help this little boy 

Teased him with a rainbow 

When they knew there was no pot of gold 

But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told 

Hook him up to machines 

See what they say 

Is he blind, dumb, or ignorant 

Does he need a hearing aid 

And with a six page readout 

They had the answers and a plan 

What they had was a blueprint 

To turn this boy into a man 

Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid 

Of the happiness that would help this little boy 

Teased him with a rainbow 

When they knew there was no pot of gold 

But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told 

In the long run I did fine