It's been some time since I've seen peace, I only know of one release
Like how the Western world meets Rome just like the vegetable hits grease
But I don't really read that much, I've been in and out of touch
I am that sad, pathetic plaintiff leaning on his rubber crutch

I am the host...of almost,
I am the master of the bait, and the minister of maybe
I am the prince of past tense
And I'm the king of half-ass, baby, I'm the king of half-ass, baby, baby

You'll find no fruit cup in my lunch, there is no captain in my crunch
And if you see the light of my darkness, let me beat you to the punch
'Cause if I stop for just a spell my control is shot to hell
And I'm defenseless when it's you who finds that tale to tell

Where I'm the host...of almost,
where I'm the master of the bait, and the minister of maybe
I'm the prince of nonsense
And I'm the king of half-ass, baby, I'm the king of half-ass, baby

I'll take you half the way to love, exile you all the way to me
And it may be that this is all it's gonna be

(Solo)

I think my stylus has been stuck, I think my mind is full of muck
I couldn't make you feel secure inside an armored truck
I see the finished goods in sight, you know I wanna get it right
But it gets cloudy with the nightfall and it's never worth the fight

When I'm the host...of almost,
when I'm the master of the bait, and the minister of maybe
I'm the prince of past tense
And I'm the king of half-ass, baby, I'm the king of half-ass, baby
And I'm the king of half-ass, baby, I'm the king of half-ass, baby