Overture: A Tourist A Contact A Prisoner

Excuse me, excuse me! Can you show me
The way out of here?

Of course this way just
Pass The Headless Horsemen, the Café Shabu

And how far is that?

Not far you're the tourist here
You should take
It easy if you can trust a stranger
Follow me

I don't mind if I do i'm
A stranger here with a
Sense of regret that I'd like
To forget that I drank
From a paranoid glass i come
From a paranoid base sure, i
Spent time in prison a prison
Of my own devices
Haven't we all? I'm a foreigner here
And I'm feeling just a
Little worn i'm looking
For points of importance
And historical interest
Trapped by the same rate of
Exchange of that I'm
Running away from and as we all know
We hate to change but
Change is a virtue, my friend
If you want to escape
All you have to do is make up your mind

But you're not a prisoner here, and I'm
Made to work with my hands
Part of my sentence for taking the license
To think of impossible plans working
My fingers to the bone
Keeping my hands on the rungs of that ladder
That leads us out of the gutter to the light

It's all been a big mistake
I've done nothing wrong i'm
Just an innocent here i'm
Just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here i'm
Just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent