Irrational Lyrics - Nasty Savage

Music-Rich,Dave 

Lyrics-Ron 

The color 

Of Money 

Is the 

Color of greed 

Grab 

What you can 

Take 

What you need 

A wishful 

Thinker 

Lives 

In the past 

Climbed on 

The world 

That went by 

Too fast 

More temper 

Than 

Imagination 

Portrait of 

A losing side 

Opinions formed 

Without 

Taking time 

To care 

The stone thrower 

Broke the windows of his glass house 

Thoughtless search 

For a 

Scapegoat 

A human coin 

On edge 

For a time 

Having a fallout 

All of his own 

Hungry for 

Want of gentleness 

A carnival story 

With absence 

Of scenes 

Slightly tilt 

And left 

Of center 

He can rum 

A four minute mile 

Just as long as 

He was chasing 

A fast buck 

Sour man 

Sit in the rubble 

Of your own making 

Feed off your own 

Disillusions 

When your irrational 

It's always a sorrow 

A thin line into 

The dust 

Sour man 

Feed off your own 

Disillusions 

Sit in the rubble 

Of your own makings