Space Cadet

Look out, it's a space cadet

Always arriving after the show has been set

To check and make sure the scene is closed

So he can prowl upon the bigger man that is known

Torturing him to his car

Torturing the rest to their comfort zones

Hounding the prey for another chance

Another brash refrain

Hey, I'm schooled and shot

Space cadet hit me in the gut

Impaling me on his fake intents

Who knows what's next

Just a small taste

Just a mild dose is all he ever craves

The king of attention gone to waste

Dropping a mention in conversation

Critics will cringe back in hate

As he retaliates with a certain kind of opinion

Single-minded point of view

All made up just to use you

Oh, so don't show him up

Don't throw him off his golden throne

For he's the king of attention

Don't distract him from his bow

Oh, it's getting old

But you can't forget

He's the king of attention

Making sure where he's your friend

Hey, I'm schooled and shot

Space cadet hit me in the gut

And telling it was in self-defense

Now I know what to expect

He's a space cadet