| | STRANGER THAN FICTION | | | |  | 21st Century (Digital Boy) |  | | |
I can't believe it,
The way you look sometimes,
Like a trampled flag on a city street,
Oh yeah,
And I don't want it,
The things you're offering me,
Symbolized bar code quick id,
Oh yeah,
I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to live (or read)
But I've got a lot of toys,
My daddy is lazy middle class intellectual,
My mommy's on valium,
She's so ineffectual,
Ain't life a mystery?
I can't explain it,
The things they're saying to me,
Going yayayayayayaya,
Oh yeah,
I tried to tell you about no control,
But now I really don't know,
And then you told me how bad you had to suffer,
Is that really all you have to offer?
I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to live (or read)
But I've got a lot of toys,
My daddy is lazy middle class intellectual,
My mommy's on valium,
She's so ineffectual,
Ain't life a mystery?
| |  | |  | | | | | NO SUBSTANCE | | | | | Shades Of Truth | | | |
Here inside this quiet room there's direction
Outside in the sultry noon-time reflection
A million people scurry
They're looking for advice
None willing to lend charity, just exercise their
Shades of truth and partisan conventions
Shades of truth between disparate lines
Shades of truth interpret my intentions
You don't know I'm alright
You don't know I'm alright
Who authored the blueprints and made us captains?
Someone proclaimed creation, people listened
While children by the millions are thrown into this zoo
The so-called gift of clarity! Oh what was God up to?
Shades of truth and lenient conventions
Shades of truth between disparate lines
Shades of truth interpret my intentions
You don't know I'm alright
You don't know I'm alright, yeah
So many walk in parallel and pull their blinders tight
So few offer apology and accept others' rights
And nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end
But can't we all accept that it will all happen again?
Shades of truth just partisan conventions
Shades of truth between disparate lines
Shades of truth interpret my intentions
You don't know I'm alright
You don't know I'm alright
Just shades of truth and partisan conventions
Shades of truth between disparate lines
Shades of truth interpret my intentions
You don't know I'm alright (x9)
| | | | | | | | The Biggest Killer In American History | | | |
You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes
Furniture makers, and carpenters too
Bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause
Disgruntled workers, immersed in "veritas"
But stealthily, in the land of the free, he's lurking right there
Most are unaware of
The biggest killer in American history (x4)
And God shed his grace on thee
Business institutions, universities
Both are quite the circus when the killer wants his way
I think of Edward Teller and his moribund reprise
Then I look to Nevada and I can't believe my eyes
It's time for him to die
Most cannot remember minutia learned in school
It's not there on the blackboard, it's what they don't tell you
We have got a problem, it starts and ends right here
It can be defeated but you've got to face your fear
We'll join and unite and steady our sight
Then we'll put it right 'cause it's time to fight
The biggest killer in American history (x8)
And God shed his grace on thee
| | | | | | |
|
STRANGER THAN FICTION
