Enough searching to know that we've lost ourselves

In our slot machines, shotguns, strip malls

Baby your technology's so slick and functional

And me without my nuclear arsenal



And if I could kill without guilt or sin

There soon would be a few less record executives

If I could kill and receive forgiveness

There sure as hell'd be one less president



There's got to be a pill for forgiveness

There's got to be a trigger for happiness



Automatic sensory remote control

Weather satellites manipulate your soul

Efficiently, without a modicum of grace

I want to go out with a smile on my face



There's got to be a pill for forgiveness

There's got to be a trigger for happiness



(Don't fool yourself