Hours spent in solemn contemplation
Are pitifully plentiful today
Avoid depression, with it pain
Increase potential for the same
It's easy, I know, just to let it all go
To the back of your mind where it probably won't climb on your heart
Setting their sights upon drug abuse, murder, and jobs
Hoping to quiet the cries of the unemployed mobs
Who are proud that they'd rather be dead than well-read
Taking the stage once again with his confident smile
A man that I'd like to compare with a pile of sh**
That's so dumb he can't even remember his name
I know lots of things we can do with you
First you say you're a contra
And I know you're a snob
Thought that you'd take the country
But I can see you have not much grey substance
I know lots of things we can do with you
First you say you're a snoofler
Then you say you're a glob
Well, I've seen my share of snooflers
And I can tell you're a globular substance