Rent Strike - The Dial Tone Lyrics

You may try to organ-ize it,
Categorize or ties-that-bind it
You will never understand or
Hold it all in your little hand
You may try to keep it going,
Keep that muddy river flowing
You will never know the truth or
What it'd even be worth to you

Who in the hell do you even think you are?

You may try to give it meaning,
Reify it in repeating
You will never be quite sure if
You can even call it yours
You may try to up n change it,
Make it new by rearrangin but
It'll never fit quite right
No matter how many times you try

So who in the hell do you even think you are?

Did you hesitate?
Money machine for your landlord and the state
In due time, they will learn how to obliterate asshole
You're the hapless wannabe-the-protagonist
Little tyrant over all of your experience
Committed to the bit but nothing is permanent no so
Who in the hell do you even think you are?

And like a dial tone,
There's a no-and-nothing where a priest may place a soul
Where you return
You keep waiting for change to come in a world that's always changing
It's like a curse