Point A didn't work out, so we moved on to point B   Which was where everybody was hanging out anyways   At first there was a lot of talk about point C   And some speculation about D, and the points after that   But as time went by at point B   This kind of talk made everybody annoyed   I mean, point A hadn't worked out for anyone    Except for a couple folks in the past   And they just receded immediately to point C, supposedly   Actually for most people at point B   If you could gain their confidence   They'd practically scraped out A's existence   The more time that passed at point B   More suspect even the idea of point A became   Not just for us, but really for anyone   Including those people who left   So we trashed point A because it worked great wonders for us   In consoling ourselves about the fact that point B   Had begun to look increasingly like a permanent home for us   So there were a few ladies around, dreamer types   Who refused to cop to point B   And suddenly insisted on this possibility   As well as C, D, E and on out to Z   But this made everybody feel bad, you know   Like they were lacking, or failing   So it was tacitly agreed upon that these people were just crazy   And since they wouldn't pledge their allegiance to point B   It was hard to accommodate them   But some usefuls eventually made a bit   Which didn't pay well   But seemed to appease them   And amuse the rest of us for a while   Until the bulk of them developed dehabilitating addictions   And died off   Then we were sad   But not overly so, and not for too long   Because it was these addictions that did them in    Not point B, not us   I mean, christ, we gave them what they wanted   Which was condescending applause for their little dances and songs   Pictures and skits, humorous memoirs   Filled with melodramatic and ridiculous nonsense   All about points A and C   Which, come on, you know it's useless   If you live in the real world   Shit, I couldn't get anything done anyways    Because people are always calling me on the telephone   Saying, "We love you Jesse, we love you Joseph   We love you Helmet, we love you Draco    We love you Tricky Dick, we love you Lawn, Ron   And even Dan, even though you can't spell for shit   But we don't love you   Despite the fact that you have no vision   But because you don't and we don't either"   I could barely keep my own campaign going   With all the freaks and distractions from point B   Much less drum up some interest about other people's crap   In other people's places   You can't live in a castle made out of sand unless it's got a sand bank   That dispenses actual paper currency   I mean, the point is we live here, in the middle, point B   So get with the fucking program   Sure you might ask, "What is the program?"   And I won't really be able to tell you   But I will really be able to rent it   And that's good enough for me, because that's the way things are   Point A, point C, D, T, O, N, A, T, O, B   TONATOB