Lyrics

Lopsided angels and laundromat kings
Government temples with chemical strings
What you pursue may not be what life brings
Still you covet your right to pursue it...

Paper and coffee and meetings and screens
Righteous rewards for the men with the means
Blame God for war but thank God for machines
As you bury your head in your blanket...

Oh, oh, I see it now
Green Lamborghinis, a pair in each house
Plasma TVs, fancy clothes, and no doubt
Happiness soon would win out then...

Oh say can you see by the TV's bright light
Scars on the backs of the masses in flight
Yearning to breathe but still burning to fight
In the home of the numb and forgotten...

No, no, I see it now
Green Lamborghinis, a pair in each house
Plasma TV's, fancy clothes, and no doubt
Happiness soon would win out then...