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