Let me see what I can dig up from the bottom
Sink my teeth into the pulp of the tree
Some looking for glitter and pomp, but I haven't got em
Why levy a tax on what should be free?

Everyone's got a price that they've paid
And no receipt to prove they're alive
Mr. Lennon spoke up and they shot him

And I face it every day
Grievance to bear but never solve
And the veil is tattered and frayed
Revealed but only revolved
And as the truth withers away, and although it seems such a mistake, you go along with it anyway

And now the streets are filled with wrinkled paper, plastic bottles and feigned reverie
Janitors sweep the stage of the ancient theater
After the new hit tragic comedy

All the judged congregate into one big room
Collect their complementary samples of doom
The president wears a shirt that reads, "Kaboom"

And the bums won't go away
I'm a hostage to a guilty gun
My sweet tooth explains the decay
Undoes everything I've ever done

And there's a grand mysterious wave forming in the ocean miles away, curling to crash on our timid bay

I walk the floor in awe of you, you still believe that you just die
I lack the strength to show you what is real
Is it enough that I feel your pain?

Everyone's talking about the same damn thing, everyone knows about it