He's the latest superhero with powers so profound He leaped a dotted line in just a single bound I know you must have seen him in books and magazines
It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay It's a world of laughter hidden by this
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind It moved
This isn't another new fashion Or a new wave plastic trend Everybody's searching for something But in the mean time let's all just pretend I've got this
Stranded in a life In which your struggle for acceptance Is a never-ending chore Upbraided for your actions Past and present and rewarded for ideas Of
Going through a world of sad debris Regard quixotic reveries of ownership The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion The ancient western
can your loins bear fruit forever? Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure? And I wanna conquer the world Give all the idiots a brand new religion
The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine As is dinner with your loved-ones every day But your routine is changeless, through the decades of
You have no control You are not in command You have no control We have no control No control No control You have no control
And progress is not intelligently planned It's the facade of our heritage The odor of our land They speak of progress In red, white and blue It's the
There?s a spectre in the corner of an illustrated page And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze The poverty of his language and the wealth
There's a place where everyone can be happy It's the most beautiful place in the whole fuckin' world It's made of candy canes and planes and bright, red
away, and believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear . . . we have no control, we do not understand, you have no control, you are
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: this isn't another new fashion or a new plastic trend, everybody's searching for something but in the mean time let's all just pretend I've got this
: well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have washed away, and the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid, and the times we
