Matt - Vocals, drums, synths. $Bill Guitar, Bass, additional perc and a synth.
The Outlier stood and thought about the wonders of his life
The sound of breaking glass and things
He always had to make the biggest noise
Self-important things of which he said
No one ever cared about him anyway
But in his brittle mind he’d always been
The only Diamond Crusted Coronet
Ornamental triple threat
Crystal method in his heart
Beating like a tom tom
Crème de la Crème, first in line
Real gone daddy-o redesign
He’s the magical savant, tripping on his own tongue
The demons and the voices all became
A cruel running joke
He was sure the fault was not his own
And even though it seemed his credit had run out
In any other world he would have shone
Like a Diamond Crusted Coronet…
He used to open up his eyes and look down upon the crowd
Pontificating all from above his cloud
Now there’s panic in his eyes and a tremble in his lips
What if he had never been the Diamond Crusted Coronet…