You know that goddamn kiss-a** Handelmann Vice president of human resources or somethin' He stood up and made a speech about how we would All have to work even harder now I thought harder, now, harder than what? I would give anything to get up and walk but of here but I'm Chorus: Stuck on the corner of Sanity and Madness I'm lookin them over, I can't see a difference Makin money out of paper, makin paper out of trees We're makin so much money we can hardly breathe You oughta hear the sh** that I get from my daughter She says that she can't stand the sight of the car I bought her I'd be moonlightin forever to buy a ragtop Her and her mother spend my money pretty much non-stop They're trying to break me for the sake of the neighborhood They want to make everyone up and down the street To think that we're doing good, but I'm (Chorus) I didn't even want to study economics My parents made me cause they said it would be practical I can't make my kids do a goddamn thing I tell them to My kid's an unrepentant radical He is as unimpressed by the gla** in my cubicle As I am secretly impressed by his ability To look at everything so completely irresponsibly (Chorus) You know I had to throw a little back at Mr. Handelmann Drove home from work as mad as I've ever been an' then I moved the kid out of the driveway, you know he didn't He left me everything, I said, what would you know You're lookin at the man about to buy a kid a ragtop I said What are you driving? a popsickle you little punk! And now I'm (Chorus)