posh, why did you do this you have forced my hand cmon guys. lets do this. lets put the cerulean skies back into the posh. I never had the best of health Just a lot of time and a little wealth I never failed, I only tried Just a moment too late, the dream had died I never saw cerulean skies Or the light of the truth behind the lies I never received, I only took From the few pages left of every un-burned book I never once saw time well-spent Or a wise man who was not hell-bent I never spoke, I only screamed As the men upstairs shot down my dreams Come on (come right on) Come on (sit down with sin) Come on (no way to win) 'Cause if you can’t kiss ass then you can’t begin Come on (no chance in hell) Come on (think for yourself) Come on (you might as well) 'Cause a good student has nothing on a good sell Come on (write your own role) Come on (no lump of coal) Come on (just rock and roll) 'Cause if you’re not damned yet then you’ve sold your soul At first I tried to fight the law But I never pulled the very first straw I could not fight my mom and dad When the sins of the parents were the ones I had I fought for all the underdogs Who turned out to be hive-mind cogs I fought for love - of course I lost But I was the one who named that cost I tried to fight the last of my friends But all i found were long-dead-ends I’d lost my time, I’d lost my wealth, And I’d never once tried to fight for myself -micheal "posh" bowman