Well, everything is new and shiny
and that’s what keeps the poor at war,
beyond the oft-recycled fashions
and the convenience stores,
that’s where they got me on possession,
as I was handing out advice.
They caught me distributing flyers about the
military-industrial complex and sacrifice.
In a bright, white room they abused me until I prayed
to the market movers and housewives of LA.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah,
they got me drinking from the bottle,
they got me eating from the trough, oh yeah.
If this is freedom, I must be in hell, because television ain’t enough.
You know this modern world’s sucked the life out of me and the pills ain’t strong enough.
When they released me, I was happy,
long as I partied and consumed,
but when I ran out of money
and had no further use,
when I saw through the illusion
and I was standing all alone
atop a mountain of tyres and Styrofoam dreams,
gasoline and unsold phones.
The whole world was on fire, except the malls we lived in
but I couldn’t pay rent, because I’d just been evicted.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah,
they got me drinking from the bottle,
they got me eating from the trough, oh yeah.
If this is freedom, I must be in hell, because television ain’t enough.
You know this modern world’s sucked the life out of me and the pills ain’t strong enough.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah,
they got me drinking from the bottle,
they got me eating from the trough, oh yeah.
If this is freedom, I must be in hell, because television ain’t enough.
You know this modern world’s sucked the life out of me and the pills ain’t strong enough.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
they got me drinking from the bottle,
they got me eating from the trough, oh yeah.
If this is freedom, I must be in hell, because television ain’t enough.
You know this modern world’s sucked the life out of me and the pills ain’t strong enough.
If this living, I must be dead, because your visions ain’t enough.
If this is penance, I must be the Pope, because my guilt can’t buy me love.
And if this progress, I must be Henry V, because the lads are just kicking off.
And if this is winning, I must be Valerian, because the yoke ain’t high enough.
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