I. Pedigree Brilliant like a diamond of ice Crystalline if you know what I mean My father the hitman was not nice And some say how I am like him now Though I am who I am and somehow Mean to be me as well as can be With an unusual pedigree II. State of Mind When the doors are locked and the guns are cocked I know it is time to lie low And when the time comes to throw out the bums I know it becomes time to go Although I exist because I insist So then I go on even so As around and around the killing ground The only way out is to grow Transcending the ties whereby we bind Our fate to a state of mind III. Situation Comedy Whatever situation I may find myself in When first I find the rhythm then the beat can begin Keeping time with the universe for better or worse I always get to be though never get to rehearse Am always on as life goes on until I am gone And when I understand this I wonder then again But it never gets to me because I get to be I who wonder if I understand may never know But what I get to be is the star of my own show In my situation comedy of being me And you as you are as the star of your own show too In your situation comedy as I see you IV. Donuts for Dinner I decided to have some Donuts for dinner An idea whose time had come In as a winner So I eat though I become Thinner and thinner Because it was what it does Or at least to me As it does that do as who Done to entre nous As two donuts did and do In and out to be In winning out a loser A beggar but a chooser V. Right The last cigarette of the night So it has to be right Till a nicotine warning First thing in the morning Will get me up early and bright +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV