Oh they say the pen is a weapon
And it’s mightier than the sword
And I’m to be some Napoleon
On the battlefield of words
Well it’s far to grand an endeavor
To conquer those such worlds
Let alone to convey direction
With conviction in my verse
See I’m no prodigy
The chaos is my artillery
And you’re no pawn or any other piece
And we don’t have a board to move on
We’re just wandering
Just wandering
Will I carry our dreams on my shoulders
Is the answer on my face
Well if you’re to be my soldiers
Bring a grain of salt for what I say
For if I lead you down to the river’s edge
It may carry you away
If you dredge across the desert with me tonight
Now don’t you curse me when the day breaks
See I’m no prodigy
The chaos is my artillery
And you’re no pawn or any other piece
And we don’t have a board to move on
We’re just wandering
Just wandering
Three sheets to the wind
I’m farther out than I’ve ever been
And if I say I don’t know
What then what then
And if I say I’m just going
What then
Three sheets to the wind
I’m gone with the motion of the elements
I ain’t got no motive to defend defend
And I’ve got no notion to pretend
See I’m no prodigy
The chaos is my artillery
And you’re no pawn or any other piece
And we don’t have a board to move on
We’re just wandering
Just wandering
