SLOGANS: You will not fix the dead facts of physics! BUT: Everyday suits ya, so let's fix your future! Tonight I thought you were funny and mean The way you boiled in the corner till you ran out of steam And came down with your weight on every faker and flake As a violent correction of a natural mistake The way you played out the trap you'd designed Was an easy escape for your difficult mind Hey ... see them seize up as they fall into range When you catch them in words that are brutal and strange You are offering them nothing when you offer a choice That is loaded already with an edge in your voice And when you say that they're nothing but poor mindless lackeys It's not hard for me to believe you're unhappy If you cut through the noise in the signals you send
It's the same buried message again and again (and again) So I am ruler and the old rules of time Ae now obsolete and supplanted with mine You can have as many minutes in the day as you choose So the chance that you'll win beats the chance that you'll lose And you'll stop drowning yourself in booze You could spook all the people if you dressed as yourself And came haunted and made-up in the ruins of your health If you left all that makes up a well-made disguise That can't fake what should be there in the space of your eyes You don't know, and yet you seem sure That you'll end up bored, but if you need a reason Then how about the horror of the season? Come on: the summer's done