no place like home no place like home Is there really... |
walking through turnstiles the idiots dressed in glass Britney Spears obsessed delegates hovering like geeks at a Star Trek convention moving en masse droning on a promised land lies ahead from cocaine to rogaine counting grams soy bean future ROCK IS DEAD unless you can stomach it six feet under where it should be in order to remain stable Zoloft kills the real you anyway if you were meant to be pathetically sad instead of just being pathetic this isn't my father's love anymore we can get high with our friends but not like his older days that strike us about as amusing as history class was WHY ARE WE PRETENDING big checks aren't everything unless the firm withholds it from you when you need it most and they know it better than you think like an anesthetic before the date rape drug medication for the whole robbing of the soul taking advantage of youth amnesia caused by slugs the cats will get to you before they have their nails trimmed and reduce you to the bloody scratches you evoke upon society and yourself without you even knowing without even knowing who you are come along children time for another lesson that you won't listen to apparently you've already got it figured out that I suppose one day you'll realize you don't know as much as you do cry on cry on die on the living you do now will only set you back tenfold when you cross the gates to adulthood and realize you're still a kid |