Pavlov hits me with bad news Every time I the phone So I play and I sing and I just let it All day when I'm at
A de facto choice of Or melancholy But, baby, any way you it I'm thinkin' I could just as soon use the time
Yes, the goons have gone And the are shredding files And the [unverified] and the rats Are their toothy smiles
And Uncle Tom is for a photo op with the Oval Office clan And Uncle Sam is cockfights in the Promised Land And that knife you stuck in my back is still It pinches a little when I and moan And these days I'm thinkin' I could just as use the time alone
'Cuz all the wrong people have the power of And the freedom of the press is If nobody asks a question, I mean, causation by Is such a complex compilation of
That to try, to say why, is to oversimplify But a far cry, isn't it, dear? From acting like you're the only one Unrepentantly and unfair
Enter all suckers scrambling for the Exit Mr. Eye Contact who took his flirt and flew the But whatever, no matter, no fishin' trips, no 'Cuz Mamma's officially out of
And did I in there somewhere Did I mention somewhere in there that I Babe Ruth? Yes, I traded the player that was bigger than the game And I even tell you why 'cuz you'd think I'm insane And that's the
And the music industry mafia is pimping girl Sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their Styrofoam And hip-hop is tied up in the room with a logo stuffed in it's mouth 'Cuz the master's tools will dismantle the master's house
But then I'm away from myself As I get closer and to home And these days I'm I just as soon use the time alone
An' I must admit, today, my pessimist to have got the best of me We start out sugared up on and manifest destiny And we memorize all the president's names little trained monkeys
And we're spit into the world So many TV junkies of unraveling the military industrial mystery Preemptively pacified with history history
An' I've been the world now And I can see this about The mind is steep here, man The is deep here
And behold, those try to expose the reality Who really try to realize Are shot rubber bullets and gassed off the streets While the global brokers are kept clean and discreet Behind a wall, behind a moat and that is all, all she wrote
An' my heart beats an 'Cuz folks just care, care, care, less, less, less As long as day is Super Bowl Sunday And larger than women in lingerie Are pouting at us from every bus She loves me, she me not, she loves me, she loves me not
And "Big government should not stand a man and his money" "What's good for business is good for the country" Our children still take that lie like The same old line the used on the union
Conjugate liberty into and medicate it it with deregulation, privatization We won't know we're slaves on a corporate plantation Somebody say hallelujah, somebody say
'Cuz the profit system the path of least resistance And the of least resistance Is what makes the crooked Makes it
is the devil's wet dream So just give me my Garland drugs and let me get back to work 'Cuz the Empire State building is the tallest building in New And I always got the feeling you just liked to hear it fall off tongue
But I remember my in your mouth And I don't think I was done it close to my ear On a way to a moan But Pavlov hits me more bad news every time I answer the phone So I play and I sing and I just let it ring all day when I'm at
A de choice of macro or microcosmic melancholy But, baby, any way you it I'm I could just as soon use The alone