Here I go against the grain

It's time to yet again complain

And make some noise

We've got all our sciences

Making our appliances

To dull the pain

It's novocain for the soul



Hollywood, pop culture's best

You do no good, you vultures' nest

And I want out

It's gambling now, the more you wait

And think that you can have your Kate and Edith, too

And so to lose your own soul



I'll call your bluff, I've had enough

Oh no Ho-Jo



So is it fantasy or reality t.v.?

So here's your world condoned

You get the chisel, I'll get the stone



Know that with each path we take

We become the choices that we make

It's true, and so do you

Forbear to keep obstinate will

And to choose to wait until the dream dissolves

And we're absolved from our guilt



I'll call your bluff, I've had enough

Oh no Ho-Jo



So is it fantasy or reality t.v.?

So here's your world condoned

You get the chisel, I'll get the stone

So numbed, to fate resigned

And in your grave you'll lie

And in your grave you'll lie