So much goin' on these days   Forget about instinct, it's not what pays   Pleasure, up and down my smile   A carton of eggs think, it's all worthwhile      Tell me spirit, what has not been done?   I'll rush out and do it, or are we doin' it now?      Fissure is the thrill of day   Forget about feeling, that's not what pays   But you know, all of this can change   Remember the promise as a kid you made      We are the innovators   They are the imitators   Come on, hey don't you know how we started   We forgot about love, but weren't brokenhearted