The Walking Microphone (1:44)

You weren't the sole destroyer

Rather, the last in a long line of well-meaning buffoons

Each all-too-briefly taken with this reason-forsaken

Wounded, walking microphone

Headless boys in overalls carried all your messages

Across the world... can they not find you now?

My palimpsest- though filthy- was so obsessed it let

The minutes of our meetings show. But don't so smugly take all

Of the blame for my downfall; there wasn't much farther to go

Headless boys in overalls, empty-handed

Telling me you're lost, and not wanting to be found

Stranger to devastation

You could be the next fixation

I'm the echo that you need

You're the poster boy for me