The Seattle Star

Always in focus, you can’t feel my stare. I zoom into you but you don’t know I’m there. I take a pride in probing all your secret moves The Sunday Comics have the pictures that can prove

Look in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the Sunday Comics up and building to the sky

Grisly smiles that don’t flake off Corny colored demons leering Sunday Comics — sucking the skin

Don’t think I fit in at this party Everyone’s got so much to say I always feel like I’m nobody, mmm Who wants to fit in anyway? ‘Cause I don’t care when I’m with my Sunday Comix, yeah All the bad things disappear