Letras de Only Solitaire

Brainstorming, habit-forming, battle warning
Weary, winsome, actor spewing spineless, chilling lines
The critics falling over to tell themselves he′s boring
And really not an awful lot of fun
Well, who the hell can he be when he's never happy?
And he doesn′t even sit on toilet seats
Court jesting, never resting
He must be very cunning to assume an air of dignity

And bless us all with his oratory prowess
His lamebrain antics and his jumping in the air
And every night his act's the same
And so it must be all a game of chess he's playing

But you′re wrong, Steve
You see, it′s only solitaire