I Can’t Help Myself

He stood knee-deep, blood red river
He stood knee-deep, blood red sand
For right or for wrong in his quiver
L’il fool with flag in his hand
He say he got played for a sucker
He say he got played for a fool
Got played like some old cottage piana
Little cock got to crow, little hen-yard to rule

We’re all living in a house
On fire
No fire brigade to call
And there’s no way out
As the flames get higher
No way out at all

He got all wrung and brung down
Out-witted, out-foxed and out-conned
In his ‘lil suit all mottled and brown
From dipped in his dung, it was donned
And his dumb nose he’s still thumbin’
As a scum-tide is loosed on the land
This way comes the second comin’
Shufflin’ and blind, blinkin’ minotaur man

I was quite the restaurant Valentino
Rubirosa dug my style
But I blew all my dough at the casino
I had to quit the Valentino game for a while

I need help
I can’t help myself
I need help
I’m kinda lost here too
I need help
I can’t help myself
And if I can’t help myself
How can I help you?