Shocked? Dismayed?
Or maybe just a little upset
Well, no this isn't pretty
And yes, my hair was longer then
It's what happens when your choices
Are narrowed to fashion or violence
Adjustments, you make adjustments

There's nothing left wrong with me
That money can't cure
But I don't want to be somebody else's
Learning experience
Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance
I want magic in my real world
Some modern voodoo to make it work
Can't make it work

I remember what you sputtered
Chewing your stupid fuel
You said, "The amplification of the eternal
Present is the technology of desire" Phew!
I thought, you were already corroded...
I said, "You'll know me, I'll be the one
Pulling the perfect crime, flushing
This place down the huge hole left
When I quit cigarettes"
But it was just more gas
We were all wearing falsies
...weren't we?

So I'll stop being clever
and just say it straight
I guess I set impossible goals and I don't
know when to quit
Is that it?

Found a cure for daylight yet?
Tom Tomorrow & Sermonette
Found a cure for gravity yet?
Yes, I'm addicted to roofs and jets
Found a cure for hunger yet?
Black coffee, cigarettes
Found a cure for desire yet?
I don't want to talk about that now....

My goals?
My goals are to find a cure for irony and make a fool
out of God.