O.C.O.E. (Offisial Cat of the Eighties)

You were such a prophet back in '63 You had all the answers You became the first to set the children free But nothing lasts forever Time goes on And dreams, they wash away You traded in your karma for the 70's Searching for the meaning You rented out your land up in Monterey Livin' for the city Disco nights you'd swing And wonder why O.C.O.E You got charisma O.C.O.E. You fit the picture O.C.O.E You got charisma O.C.O.E. You fit the picture Somewhere in the netherworld of cons and scams Lives a lost messiah Rushin' to the future runnin' from the past Intent on getting higher So knocked out So real A hopeless jag O.C.O.E You got charisma O.C.O.E. You fit the picture O.C.O.E You got charisma O.C.O.E. You fit the picture…