Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone

so I play and I sing and I just let it ring,

all day when I'm at home



a defacto choice of

macro-microcosmic melancholy

but baby any way you slice it,

I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone



yeah the goons have gone global

and the CEO's are shredding files

and the democrans and the republicrats

are flashing their toothy smiles



and Uncle Tom is posing for a photo-op with the oval office klan

and Uncle Sam is riggin' cockfights in the promised land

and that knife you stuck in my back is still there

it pinches a little when I sigh and moan

and these days I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone



cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion

and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks the question

I mean causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factors

that to even try to say why is to oversimplify

that's a far cry, isn't it dear, from acting like you're the only one there

unrepentantly self-centered and unfair



enter all suckers scrambling for the truth

exit mr. eye-contact who took his flirt and flew the coup

but whatever, no matter, no fishin trips, no fishin

cause momma's officially out of commission



and did I mention in there somewhere

did I mention somewhere in there

that I traded Babe Ruth,

yes I traded the only player

that was bigger than the game

and I can't even tell you why,

cause you'd think I'm insane.

and that's the truth



and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power

sniping off sharp-shooter singles from their styrofoam towers,

and hip-hop is tied up in the back room wit