pavlov hits me with more bad news   every time i answer the phone   so i play and i sing and i just let it ring   all day when i'm at home   a defacto choice of macro   or microcosmic melancholy   but, baby, any way you slice it    i'm thinkin i could just as soon use    the time alone       yes, the goons have gone global   and the CEOs are shredding files   and the democrins and the republicrats   are flashing their toothy smiles   and uncle tom is posing for a photo op   with the oval office clan   and uncle sam is rigging cockfights    in the promised land   and that knife you stuck in my back is still there   it pinches a little when i sigh and moan   and these days i'm thinkin i could just as soon use    the time alone       cuz all the wrong people have the power   of suggestion   and the freedom of the press is meaningless   if nobody asks a question   i mean, causation by definition    is such a complex compilation of factors   that to even try to say why   is to oversimplifly   but that's a far cry, isn't it dear?   from acting like you're the only one there   unrepentantly self-centered and unfair   enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop   exit mr. eye contact    who took his flirt and flew the coop   but whatever   no matter   no fishin trips   no fishin   cuz mamma's officially out of commission   and did i mention   in there   somewhere   did i mention   somewhere   in there   that i traded babe ruth?   yes, i traded the only player that was bigger than the game   and i can't even tell you why    cuz you'd think i'm insane   and that's the truth       and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power   sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their styrofoam towers    and hip hop is tied up in the back room   with a logo stuffed in its mouth   cuz the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house   but then   i'm getting away from myself   as i get closer and closer to home   and these days i'm thinkin    i could just as soon use    the time alone       an i must admit   today my inner pessimist    seems to have got the best of me   we start out sugared up on kool-aid and manifest destiny   and we memorize all the president's names   like little trained monkeys   and then we're spit into the world   so many spinny-eyed t.v. junkies   incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery   preemptively pacified with history book history   an i've been around the world now    and i can see this about america   the mind control is steep here, man   the myopia is deep here       and behold   those that try to expose the reality   who really try to realize democracy   are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets   while the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet   behind a wall   behind a moat   and that is all   that's all she wrote       an my heart beats an sss o o o sss   cuz folks just couldn't care care care less less less   as long as every day is superbowl sunday   and larger than life women in lingerie   are pouting at us from every bus stop   shelovesme shelovesmenot shelovesme shelovesmenot...       and "big government should not stand between a man and his money"   cuz "what's good for business is good for the country"       our children still take that lie like communion   the same old line the confederacy used on the union       conjugate liberty    into libertarian   and medicate it   associate it    with deregulation   privatization   we won't even know we're slaves   on a corporate plantation   somebody say hallelujah!   somebody say damnation!   cuz the profit system follows the path of least resistance   and the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked   makes it serpentine   capitalism is the devil's wet dream   so just give me my judy garland drugs   and let me get back to work   cuz the empire state building   is the tallest building in new york   and i always got the feeling   you just liked to hear it fall       off your tongue       but i remember my name       in your mouth   and i don't think i was done   hearing it close to my ear   on a whisper's way to a moan   but pavlov hits me with more bad news every time i answer the phone   so i play and i sing and i just let it ring all day when i'm at home       a defacto choice of macro   or microcosmic melancholy   but baby, any way you slice it   i'm thinkin i could just as soon use    the time alone