Lyrics

Jill sucks cock; it says so in the bathroom stall.
She likes to fuck; her number's right here on the wall.
At 10 o'clock I pick up the phone and call.
The number's fake; it's someone else's home.
"My mistake," I say, curtly, and hang up the phone.
And then I take a quick minute to pace 'round and moan.

It's just a day in the life Mr. Naive

God is just; it says so in the holy book.
And so I trust the Pope is too therefore I won't look
Beyond the crust of Christianity's gobbledygook.
And I'm content to swallow every lie.
Sure, I'll repent. Selling easy answers? I'll buy.
It doesn't cost a cent: only a blind mind's eye.

It's just a day in the life Mr. Naive

Just tell me everything'll be alright, and I'll believe.
I'm Mr. Naive

Our president's right; it says so on the evening news.
I know he might demonstrate he has a few loose screws,
But for tonight, if my brain awakens I'll hit snooze.
Apparently our government is not a whore.
My heart skips a beat, two beats, sometimes three or four
Every time I watch the TV for an hour or more.

It's just a day in the life Mr. Naive