They don't tell you that selling out
Is more innocent than unemployment
Like they don't tell you that getting soft just means
Living like you want to live
When you do not have to give a shit
Living like you want to live
Without the self analysis
The spiritual paralysis
Of microscopic memories
Dissected into centuries
From the dentures to the baby teeth
The pictures are framed so perfectly
But they don't call it paying dues
When you're in there washing their dishes
They only call it paying dues
When their hands are holding the tickets
It's easy enough to know
What is and isn't a show
Is there anything here for sale?
Ah forget it--let's just go
Far to some twisted paradise
Where even vegans ruin environments
And garbage is inspiring
And common people have no common sense
And every landlord is raising rent
And the drugs are strangely sobering
But there ain't no pushers using shit
Now the news has no real news in it
And something soon has got to give
And then Baltimore was razed to live
Like a forest after a fire is
The saplings nursing
From their Mothers' ashes
If Fred is dead
You better pass the matches