Reaching Quiet - You Choke lyrics

If you eat too much Grow awake with a tummy ache Hey man, the universe didn't start at zero Cause they didn't know where to put it So they had to invent negative numbers Time is a number line With Jesus at the zero And two arrows with infinite ticks Pointing left and right I keep finding myself In the same back left seat In someone else's car On another road trip to Chicago, New York Or in an airplane watching thunderstorms Over Detroit and the east-bound Short night accelerated sunrise Is it quicker to travel west Since the way the world rotates? Will California meet you halfway? I'm sick of cigarette smoke in my hair And the grease combed wig I wear at shows I have no patience for sales tax or sh**ty neon signs d**h is an arrow and the tick-marks are parking meters Don't feed your kids dead flesh from the floor Your president is a hologram With his manicured fingernails and a fresh haircut Danny Glover is a hologram With his barrel chest and beard Brittney Spears is a hologram too... With a b**b-job and lipstick People that believe in holograms Eat Gorton's fish sticks It's true, Virginia Slims pays Bea Arthur Thirty thousand dollars a year To smoke a pack a day Target says, “Here we grow again” As a positive statement All these billboard signs Directed at soccer moms In maroon wagons on four lane highways Outside of Chicago, Detroit, Minneapolis Who's allowing Blockbuster To tear down housing projects To have three stores in two blocks? Why does the winning world Assume that we're all self-centered? There is no room For Rococo decadence In this new world Awaiting the nuke bomb Mad Max make-over The half-mast flag at the park Shows proof of mourning On a dry blue sky Memorial day Monday. 75, sunny ...Died pulling a fifty foot flag Bit by bit from his fist Like a cheap magic trick While standing in a bed of black-eyed-susans And wearing a store-bought blindfold He'd be the first to tell you That if you get hit by a car hard Or stand too close to where a bomb drops In a city park bed of black-eyed-susans It might just literally knock your socks off And he'd hope that the flag's half-mastedness Wouldn't spoil your beautiful September Afternoon cut gra** sidewalk life Not even a bit Don't swallow the knife No need to say sh** Keep flying that kite