I'll be moved when I am taken

When you take me any place

In the pattern I've established

With my neutral helpless face

Attending Summer School

To learn to put my wants and needs away

Growing worried by expenditure

Of things I can't replace

I made it back to the mountains

It's not my business to move them

I made it back to the masses

I'm not equipped to enthuse them

But it's alright

I try not to mind, 'cause

I can be a microphone

I can be a microphone

I can be a microphone

I can be a microphone

Look who's rocking prison chic

Marched in chains down Willow Creek

Stapled to the kitchen sink

Pushed from defamation peak

Every night a cancellation

Cough a clumsy new excuse

Retrofit some hollow meaning

To the nights you're letting loose

I am alive through simulations

Of third-party derision enforcing hesitation

I'm trying hard to be ok with it

I'm trying hard to be ok with this

I can be a microphone

I can be a microphone

I can be a microphone

I can be a microphone

I made it back to the mountains

It's not my business to move them

I made it back to the masses

I'm not equipped to enthuse them