Serpentine

Pavlov hits me with more bad news
 Every time I answer the phone
 So I, I play and I sing and I just let it ring
 All day when I'm at home
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 A defacto choice of macro or microcosmic melancholy
 But baby, anyway you slice it
 I'm thinkin' I could just as soon use the time alone
 
 Yes, the goons have gone global
 And the CEO's are shredding files
 And the democrins and the republicrats
 Are flashing their toothy smiles
 And uncle Tom is posing for a photo op with the oval office clan
 And uncle Sam is rigging 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
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 'Cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion
 And the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks a question
 I mean, causation by definition
 Is such a complex compilation of factors
 That to even try to say why is to oversimplifly
 But 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 scoop
 Exit Mr. Eye contact who took his flirt and flew the coop
 But whatever, no matter
 No fishin' trips, no fishin'
 'Cause mamma's officially out of commission
 And did I mention in there
 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
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 And the music industry mafia is pimping girl power
 Sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their styrofoam towers
 And hip hop is tied up in the back room
 With a logo stuffed in its mouth
 'Cause the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house
 But then I'm getting away from myself
 As I get closer and closer to home
 And the difference between you and me, baby
 Is I get fucked up when I'm alone
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 And I must admit, today my-my inner pessimist
 Seems to have got the best of me
 We start out sugared up on kool-aid and manifest destiny
 And we memorize all the president's names like little trained monkeys
 And we're spit into the world so many spinny-eyed TV junkies
 Incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery
 Preemptively pacified with history book history
 And I've been around the world now and I can see this about America
 The mind control is steep here, man
 The myopia is deep here
 And behold those that try to expose the reality
 Who really, who really try to realize democracy
 Are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets
 While the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet
 Behind a wall, behind a moat
 And that is all, that's all, that's oh-oh
 That's all she wrote
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 As my heart beats an s-s-s, o-o-o, s-s-s
 'Cause folks just really couldn't care, care, care less, less, less
 As long as every day is Super-bowl Sunday
 And larger than life women in lingerie
 Are pouting at us from every bus stop
 She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not
 She loves me, she loves me not
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 And, "Big government should not stand between a man and his money"
 I mean, "What's good for business is good for the country"
 Our children still take that lie like communion
 The same old line the confederacy used on the union
 Conjugate liberty into libertarian
 And medicate it, associate it with deregulation, privatization
 We won't even know we're slaves on a corporate plantation
 Somebody say hallelujah
 Somebody say damnation
 'Cause the profit system follows the path of least resistance
 And the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked
 Makes it serpentine, capitalism is the devil
 Is the devil's wet dream
 So just give me my Judy Garland drugs and let me get back to work
 'Cause the Empire State Building is the tallest building in New York
 And, and I always got the feeling you just liked to hear it fall
 Off your tongue
 But I remember my name
 In your mouth
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 And I don't think I was done
 Hearing it close to my ear on a whisper's way to a moan
 But 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 or microcosmic melancholy
 But baby, any way you slice it
 I'm thinkin' I could just as soon use the time alone