Why are we so dismembered?
Blinded horses struttin' like we're free
Following this Judas goat
Little art mixed in with all this industry
I'm sick of this strait jacket demographics thing
"Rock you love, less this and that"
Don't fuckin' condescend with me
"Too many boomers, let's mellow down"
Hawk medication 'tween sedated sounds
Polish off the rough edge
Jiggle up the sex appeal
My holy round soul in your square package
Carved and parceled for your three martini meal
Never
While you're busy buying up the air
Why don't you throw me down your stairs?
Your cellarfull of flannel; home to me
I'll sleep in dark integrity
Was not born because you said so
It's not dead because you say so
While you seek the least offensive mediocrity
I ask "Have you no humility?"
Just look me in the teeth and lie
That once you ever gave a shit
Bottom line not the only sign
That kept your smile a part of it
(Guitar solo)
And all your money can't fake it
Your listener polls can't prove it
Your market shares can't own it
Your lack of faith can't kill it
While you're busy buying up the air
Why don't you throw me down your stairs?
Your cellarfull of flannel; home to me
I'll sleep in dark integrity
Was not born because you said so
It's not dead because you say so