Irrational - Nasty Savage

The color 
Of Money 
Is the 
Color of greed 
Grab 
What you can 
Take 
What you need 
A wishful 
Thinker 
Lives 
In the past 
Climbed on 
The world 
That went by 
Too fast 
More temper 
Than 
Imagination 
Portrait of 
A losing side 
Opinions formed 
Without 
Taking time 
To care 

The stone thrower 
Broke the windows of his glass house 
Thoughtless search 
For a 
Scapegoat 
A human coin 
On edge 
For a time 
Having a fallout 
All of his own 
Hungry for 
Want of gentleness 
A carnival story 
With absence 
Of scenes 
Slightly tilt 
And left 
Of center 
He can rum 
A four minute mile 
Just as long as 
He was chasing 
A fast buck 

Sour man 
Sit in the rubble 
Of your own making 
Feed off your own 
Disillusions 

When your irrational 
It's always a sorrow 
A thin line into 
The dust 

Sour man 
Feed off your own 
Disillusions 
Sit in the rubble 
Of your own makings