The "May I Help You" Riff

Fed with a golden spoon
I'll be feeding myself soon
In the shadows of disappointment
I doubt I'll make it through

With a leash around my neck
I jump through hoops trying
To keep myself in check
So don't you tell me that
The world's about to break
The more I hear of it
The less I seem to take

Are you all right? Are you OK?
Have you gone mad
Or are you just killing time?
'cause everyone can get depressed
And the problems had
Are just what you make of them

So don't you tell me that
The world's about to break
The more I hear of it
The less I seem to take

Are you all right? Are you OK?
Have you gone mad
Or are you just killing time?
'cause everyone can get depressed
And the problems had
Are just what you make of them

Time's just a sealant in the coming of age
Until forgiveness has its funeral on the center stage
Then I'll be down on the floor screaming
"Sorry I'm not gonna make it home tonight."

I'm just a jester in the kingdom getting fat off the crumbs
Until the lineage disowns me as their favorite son
Then I'll be down on the floor screaming
"Sorry I'm not gonna make it home tonight."

Are you all right? Are you OK?
Have you gone mad
Or are you just killing time?
'cause everyone can get depressed
And the problems had
Are just what you make of them