Displaced
Jonothon stalked into the room, and put the lyrics and music to the song down in front of his band members. He crossed his arms across his chest, and his brown eyes smouldered.
They exchanged a glance.
"Jono, are you sure about this...?" Angelo asked hesitantly.
I'm dead certain.
"Alright then..."
They read the music over again, then swung into it. Aggressive bass line thumped and it was marked by staccato drumbeats. It was angry, hard and fast, not quite punk but very close to it. Sergei belted out the lyrics.
"There's just something about this family
Don't know what
Don't know why
But they know they're god's gift
Hey, one of them died to prove it
Always right
Never wrong
Oh, life's so hard when you're a hero
It's hard, hard, hard..."
Angelo and Jonothon segued into an instrumental as a bridge, then Sergei swept into the next verse.
"You know, the burden of leadership
Oh, it hurts sometimes
But I, I won't put my neck out
But I, I won't rescue those left behind
But I, I love authority
Respect me
Don't you know a dog's obeyed in office?
Ahhhh, respect is the one thing I never find.
There's just something about this family
Don't know what
Don't know why
Always right
Never wrong
Oh, life's so hard when you're a hero
It's hard, hard, hard...
What I preach and what I teach
Don't quite follow what I do
My words don't quite follow through
With my everyday actions
My control is less then perfect
But you better not call me on it
I'm perfect
Ice cold
Frigid
But hey.
That's me.
There's just something about this family
Don't know what
Don't know why
I'm the perfect angel
An angst ridden one
My problems overwhelm me
And I can't sponge enough sympathy
Pity me, because my life's a misery
Never mind what other's have gone through
My problems
They're the only one's that matter
Crocodile tears and pouting lips
That's what protects me from my mistakes
Oh, that and the coma
Oh, life's so hard when you're a hero
It's hard, hard, hard...
Hi!
I'm dead.
Or at least I should be
But that's the thing, you see
Death's only a state of mind with me
It doesn't matter how this will affect others
Because, what I say goes, ok?
I'm blonde and blinkered
And oh, get this
I have a destiny
D-E-S-T-I...
How do you spell that again?
Ah, ah, ah
The life of the hero is a hard one
No doubt
It's a selfish one too..."