They say its murder on your folk career

to make a rock record with the disappeared

we'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake



there is not an image that I must defend.

There are no art forms now just capitalism

so send the national guard

to the mall of america



and they can dress dead bodies

up in tight designer jeans

diesel prada it looks good

it looks good!!

yeah it does!



I'm gonna lie down with a common sound

I'm gonna bury my blues so its never found

I'm gonna learn to pay attention to the television sets

and if my sadness needs a catalyst

I'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus.

And at the shopping epicenter

I have an agoraphobic fit



so buy a fountain soda put some sugar on my tongue

I'll wake up and write some songs with no soul with

no soul!!



with nooooo soul!!