You know what makes me happy   The things that make you sad   The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag   I found my indecision   The product of the media grime   The feel that I control have you press rewind      And now I'm on the wings   Hoping that you'll hear   Don't bother to respond   You love to hear me again   And when the sun beams down all of your lies   Close, close, yeah close the light      The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero   The classic act of feeling is that of a memory      And you are peering down through parascopic eyes   Close, close, yeah close (conscience)      I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid   We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played      And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off   The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along      I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid   We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played