I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
LYRICS AND CLIP 
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I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me?
The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama.
The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking.
So, I'm on the first tee with him...