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