Get Behind the Muse

For weeks now, I ain't learned nothin' yet
There ought to be laws against singin' that
I'd roll 'em over easy if there were
They're sisters, they're talkin', they may be strange
But thats how you draw it and thats how they change
To have that living reason why...
You got to get behind the muse

Nobody wants to be sad
Especially when you're the one who's been bad
Now it's you spillin' all the news
Me, I just can't face to tell 'em
It's like we're on some kind of emotional level
Poor ol' me, maybe i'm confused
You got to get behind the muse

Now I'm all soaked in suspicion
It's like all of my finer marks are in question
But at least I know I've got a relief
So let's shoot to see who plays the piano
We could aspire another age of sorrow
And age that we all could believe
You got to get behind the muse