A Rock For The Forgotten - David & David

at the firefly 
we all tell lies 
and the cleanup kid 
hangs his head 
he's the quiet type 
came to la to write 
but he never made it out of the fringes 
keeps a low profile you kick him 
he'll smile 
thinks blood is his payment for losing 
while me I'm hiding here
pretending that my mind is clear
a rock for the forgotten 
but when I pour they smile 
and say to me that I'm 
a rock for the forgotten 
a bottle got broke 
in a fight over dope 
and the mean old man 
washed his hands 
all the troubles he's seen 
seems like a dream 
while he washes away his sorrow 
but either way I can tell that he prays 
there will never be another tomorrow 
while me I never change 
I try to keep things just the same 
a rock for the forgotten 
and when I pour their smiles 
say to me that I'm 
a rock for the forgotten 
maybe they'll come alive 
see the soapbox man 
is at it again 
and the girls pass by avoiding his eye 
he's the best there is 
in the hellfire biz 
a black belt in the art of babble 
came from Vera Cruz 
when a bottle of booze 
told him he had to rouse the rabble 
while me I'm hiding here 
pretending that my mind is clear 
a rock for the forgotten 
but when I pour they smile 
and say to me that I'm a rock for 
the forgotten 
maybe they'll come alive


Submitted by Michael Hack