Unhand me I am not a criminal
Though I've played a guilty part
In the modern sense that one pretends
Their life is original

I wrote a book and I will call it something cynical
The story’s slow the hero does not change
(And if he can then he won’t anyway)
Instead his foes and lovers all become identical

I fled the country
I thought I’d leave this behind
But I built the same damn house
On every acre I could find
And I tried to fake my own death
Just shake the devils from my mind

And I said
Unhand me I am not a criminal
If I am I paid the man just let me go
Soon enough you will be dancing at my funeral