Wizard of Odds

Waiting to become a statistic In this lonely land of odds I've been burrowed down For so long now I can't remember the cause Teetering above a bass line Of stagnation and sloth I've become my own worst enemy Raging in my heart Please take me home Like a yellow brick road Or somewhere close I just don't belong Please take me home Like a yellow brick road Everyone is so sadistic In this lonely land of loss They will cut you down Make you a crown And hang you from a cross Teetering above a base line Where consumption is law We've become our own worst enemy Eating out our heart Please take me home Like a yellow brick road Or somewhere close I just don't belong Please take me home Like a yellow brick road In the end Do you get what you deserve Or does it Get you In the end Do you get what you deserve Or does it Get you In the end Do you get what you deserve Or does it get you In the end Do you get what you deserve Or does it get you Does it Get you