Call me Peter Venkman I'm with Ghost Dog shanking
God on the jumbo-tron, John Merrick in the mirror
There's angels in the snow and mushrooms in the stars
Psilocybin electricity trees are teleports
I'm bull riding the bomb out the plane
If you think this world's real then tell me who's sane?
The bullfighter's more afraid of the crowd than the bull
Bullets tear flesh but rejection k**s souls
The cars been running in the garage all night
But I'm wearing an oxygen mask saying who wants a light?
Wrinkles are the scars of happiness
And this city's a steaming iron in my face
You will get the back of the pencil
If you refuse to be like all of these stencils
I put on my law suit and backstroke through bleach
We wouldn't need weapons if we didn't have speech
If you don't understand then get the Rosetta
You better hold on tight like a note from Etta
Who will plant crops while you write your poems?
One man's heaven is another's hell home
Hind sights not 20/20 hind sights blind
The past don't repeat, we keep hitting rewind
One day as a lion is better than 100 as a sheep
But after 24 hours you can't fight or speak
People want more than bread, they want purpose
If you want power, then don't make them feel worthless
Burning books, leads to burning people
If we all burn opinions, well never be equal
We speak with prayers and get answered with bullets
The demons are eating bloody sundaes while the angels forfeit
This is an inward scream a bent scapegoat
Blame did a U-turn to vacate my throat
I'm looking for a cure like Robert Smith
But d**h is Santa Claus and we're all on his list
This is the Cold War where the nukes drop
There's no veterans only Reagans and Gorbachevs
You're on a pale blue dot, waiting to get rich
A lottery ticket's a receipt for a b**h
Gather all your friends with words, signs and sticks
And demand a change from these Adam Smith hypocrites
Don't cross the steams, through the Vogons in the traps
Call me Peter Venkman, here's your money back
The ghosts of the past always relapse