Consolation Prize

I drive all around To taste what has been left I speak with no one To hear what has been said I just mean the consolation prize Is what i want to aproach I just start to look around And find another toy to amuse my head Just take me in time listen: "

Relax your tongue and get ready You're my accessory Your face, who found you? I've been albino, a fight that blinds so A piece of plastic glass No gas, your ass is grass and that's Oh salvation, here's your consolation prize Most like a pistol restin

A thousand violins will play it for you While you sit and roll your deep blue eyes A thousand to win, a thousand you lose But I'll be your consolation prize All you do is sigh I wore my frings like Roger McGuinn's I was hoping to impress So frightful