VERSE
Well they call him the maverick
'Cause he sits on the sideline with his watchful eye as he's watching the world go by
As it turns through its phases and all of the faces cry
What will save us now?
And he buttons his suit with a nonchalant look, as he looks to the other side
To the place where the souls go to die
'Cause it catches his eye
Well they call him the loner,
He sits in the bar with a drink in his hand, making sure theres no place left to land
Save for the person who walks all the walk
Not just waiting for their turn to talk
Avoiding the passion and fashion of the crowd, because they all talk too loud
And some people say he's at his end
For avoiding the trend
PRECHORUS
And people ask him
What's your name
And the answer is always the same
CHORUS
Just say please, Oh, call him a madman, he's going to find a way
Just say please, make him a mistake, you'll never see him again
And you'll waste your hours away
All fucking day
Because you, don't even know his name
VERSE
But they call him the Maverick
He's the one that sits there with a drink in his hand making sure there's no place left to land
Can afford to dine on desire and fire hes wired
The template, can go fuck itself and sit up on a shelf, it's a concept as a dated as time
And will a slow smile drops a line
Because he knows he'll be fine
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