Lyrics Fruitless Fortunes - Swingin Utters

Fruitless Fortunes

Fortunate, fortunate
Fortunate, fortunate
Fortunate, fortunate
Fortunate, fortunate
Fascists and their many guises, anarchists and their fantasizing
It seems sometimes they’re sailing the same boat
Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls
As some similar psycho’s screwing on the scope
I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head
We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic
And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
I can safely say I’m coming home
Fairytales and fruitless fortunes acquired from some sad story teller
Can sometimes be enough to keep me warm in my keep
Organ grinders orating overtures of madness
As the heinous hipster’s spending his unearned currency
I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head
We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic
And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
I can safely say I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
There may be many ways of reaching the same plateau
I’ll take the road less traveled if it looks like it ain’t been sold
The chains around my neck won’t break
But at least they’re made of solid gold
I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head
We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic
And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
I can safely say I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home