Alternate Learning - Occupation: Unknown lyrics

The nouveaux riches have sent me a postcard Wish you were here Was I really that phony a mystic I see the black and white so sharp and clear But color seems like madness Sometimes only the stupidest kind I've been looking over my choices The moon's too far so we shoot for security This basic life is not for an acid-head like me It's not saintly to do what I choose to But it's closer to God than I'm used to I don't know what this change is all about But my application's filled out Occupation: unknown A black mark on my résumé A spot burned out when I was young The sense that I was shown how to ignore Comes back to confront me once again Refusing now to be so limited An entropy of decisions given to me But it's not easy to kick the lock off the door A day's work to take the old pictures down And no knowing what cracks they covered there I hear the promise of faith and the Eastern way But there's a fat man aboard the Enola Gay The truth is strong and it beats like my heart Moi, je dis vive le monde d'art Occupation: unknown