"Mr. Breeze"
	written by Jeff Butcher

He wore his sunday suit so tight,
dressed to impress but not to sympathize.
Negating all the negatives,
vigilant motivator,
leaves you with no more options.

He makes it look so damn easy,
wearin your heart out on your sleeves.
So take a good look in his eyes.
Cause he's trying hard not to be sleazy,
all the while we all call him Mr. Breeze.

Sit and wonder when gold will fade.
Smiling, this man wants a reason,
a reason for the treason.
When's the day the debts get payed?
Oh, he's just looking for a reason.

Why are we all acting up this way?
Nothing can or will ever be the same.
Who's to hear what we have had to say?
Mr. Breeze, well he gets all the blame.