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Witness Jonathan Fallow, sit & stare,
He's a cartoon engineer extraordinaire
He's a tatterdemalion of dubious means,
Paper champion pencil making scenes
You see objects he sees life like
Bulbous-eyed homunculus, half boy half rhinoceros
People say he's useless, it seems like he's useless
Everyday he's useless, sometimes he feels sad
Witness Jonathan Fallow wasting talent & time
Nobody understands why there's happiness in his eyes
What about social standing? What about all his goals?
Cold, inanimate objects have no claim on his soul
Witness Jonathan Fallow in his past years
Work constituents give him wild cheers
He's a natural born successful man
No one illustrates like Jonathan can
Stand in awe & watch him draw
Chinese black belts chopping blocks eggplant head jack in the box
Now he seems so useless, People say he's useless,
Sometimes he gets mad
Witness Jonathan Fallow wasting talent & time
Nobody understands why there's happiness in his eyes
What about social standing? What about all his goals?
Cold, inanimate objects have no claim on his soul
Witness Jonathan Fallow's darkest day,
Watch the people he penned go far away
He knows that "publish or perish" is the number one rule
No one ever told him the truth could be so horribly cruel
No way out & no way over...
Bulbous-eyed homunculi, half boy half rhinoceri,
Oddball creeps out of ink & lead bouncing on their paper bed
So when you see him on the street, downtown and down and out
Don't say he's useless
Witness Jonathan Fallow wasting talent & time
Nobody understands why there's happiness in his eyes
What about social standing? What about all his goals?
Cold, inanimate objects have no claim on his soul
Witness Jonathan Fallow wasting talent & time
Nobody understands why there's happiness in his eyes
What about social standing? What about all his goals?
Cold, inanimate objects have no claim on his soul...