I think it's kinda sad
To be sitting on my a**
With a gel pen and notepad
Trying to write lyrics that might pa**
The inspection of the ma**es
When the line before the last is
Just something to mask his intention
To surpa** this intuition
That there just might be
Something more to live for
Something I'm willing to forgive for
God give me style and open the floor
Because I know there's something more
Baby I love the rat race
Knowing full well that it's nothing
To worry about but I must say
That it's oh so comforting
Knowing that
I'm trying to apply
To the dead society
Of poets who will deny
My requests emphaticly
Just a touch of apathy
And a sprinkle of eternity
Collapse of our society
Covered up with charity
Though we always knew
That there just might be