THIS ONE’S CALLED
SAXO

I’ve got strong hands
Like a shark’s hands
I’m Ayn Rand
I’m your landlord
I’m coming up
I can feel it
I’m coming up
On a pill
That I’ve just bought
From one of my tenants

Atta house party I am
Atta house party in town
In this building I own
With floors that are level
and ceiling Lionel
and all these young people
Much cooler than I am
It would seem that I’m the only one
That they didn’t invite

I could shut this thing down
I could turn out the lights
Standing here in my
Pinstripe
My power stance
My no knowledge
Even when I’m crouched won in a
power suit re-grouting
I’m my own man

I could shut this thing down
I could turn out the lights
standing here in my
standing here in my
All I’ve known
All I’ve known
Is corporate monotone

But if they’d let me
If they’d just let me
If they’d allow me

To play my saxophone
You’d see
When I play my saxophone I feel
free
I feel free
Even though I’ve been told
I do so
With a harrowing look on my face
But on the inside I’m free

On the inside I’m Sting
On the inside I’m Sting
When I play saxophone
If Sting played the saxophone
On the inside I’m free
On the inside I’m free
On the inside I’m Sting

Wait til they see
How one of them I am
How proud of me they’ll be
Pull their focus my way I can
Direct all eyes to where I stand
As they pull down all around
To get a better view of me

When I play my saxo
My saxo oh
When I play my saxo
On the inside I’m Sting
On the inside I’m Sting

Wait til they see
How one of them I am
How proud of me they’ll be
Pull their focus my way I can -
Direct all eyes to where I stand
As they pull down all around
To get a better view of me

When I play my saxophone
When I play my saxophone