I've been walkin' these streets so long (we’ve ALL been walking these streets of physical reality a long time due to reincarnation)
Singin' the same old song (with a memory wipe, you sing the same ole song of life, making the same mistakes and can NEVER really escape that way … learn about the reincarnation trap)
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway (we are ALL being monitored in the truman-atrix, and we subconsciously know every crack in the sidewalks from previous incarnations, but we’re are stuck in a sad Broadway play)
Where hustle's the name of the game (we all gotta hustle to make fake paper money, as their main method of control & manipulation)
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain (moral people usually finish last here, while the immoral rise to the top)
There's been a load of compromisin' (who isn’t forced to compromise to some degree to survive here?)
On the road to my horizon (there is nothing of value here, fame, fortune, money is meaningless and once you die you will understand)
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me (returning to the light of the pleroma is where the real lights finally shine on you)
[Chorus]
Like a rhinestone cowboy (the fake “diamond” called a Rhinestone is NOT genuine or strong enough to get out of this place … become a real diamond through gnosis of the harsh but real truth)
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo (you want flashy fame & fortune in a fake reality called earth reality?)
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know (what appeals about accolades from strangers who mean nothing to you, most of who are literal NPCs in a fake reality?)
And offers comin' over the phone (more distractions to make you desire to stay in a fake reality?)
[Verse 2]
Well, I really don't mind the rain (we all need some refreshing rain of truth occasionally to rejuvenate our dying avatars)
And a smile can hide all the pain (but we could use less of fake smiles to hide our pain)
But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long way (lots of misdirection & distraction here to take you down long trains of rabbit-holes to waste time)
And I dream of the things I'll do (I suggest to dream of things you’ll do OUTSIDE the construct instead of building more attachment to this place)
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe (that’s enough to buy a ride back to Originator-Creator-Oversoul)
There'll be a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
[Chorus]
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone
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