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