What You Own

Well, I guess I'm off to sell my soul
 Mark Cohen for Buzzline, coming up
 Devil-worshipping welfare queens are coming to take your jobs
 Oh, my God
 Don't breathe too deep
 Don't think all day
 Dive into work
 Drive the other way
 That drip of hurt
 That pint of shame
 Goes away, just play the game
 You're living in America
 At the end of the millennium
 You're living in America
 Leave your conscience at the tone
 And when you're living in America
 At the end of the millennium
 You're what you own
 The filmmaker cannot see
 And the songwriter cannot hear
 And I see Mimi everywhere
 Angel's voices is in my ear
 Just tighten those shoulders
 Just clench your jaw 'til you frown
 Just don't let go
 Or you may drown
 You're living in America
 At the end of the millennium
 You're living in America
 Where it's like the Twilight Zone
 And when you're living in America
 At the end of the millennium
 You're what you own
 So I own not a notion
 I escape and then they content
 I don't own emotion, I rent
 What was it about that night? (What was it about that night?)
 Connection in an isolating age
 For once the shadows gave way to light
 For once I didn't disengage
 Angel, I hear you, I hear it
 I see it, I see myself (I see you, I hear it, I feel it, I hear it, my song)
 Oh, let's see, march, call me a hypocrite
 (Lead me alright)
 I quit
 Dying in America
 At the end of the millennium
 You're dying in America
 To come back tomorrow
 And when you're dying in America
 At the end of the millennium
 You're not alone
 I'm not alone
 I'm not alone