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-microcosmic melancholy 
but baby any way you slice it, 
I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone 
 
yeah the goons have gone global 
and the CEO's are shredding files 
and the democrans and the republicrats 
are flashing their toothy smiles 
 
and Uncle Tom is posing for a photo-op with the oval office klan 
and Uncle Sam is riggin' 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 
 
cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion 
and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks the question 
I mean causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factors 
that to even try to say why is to oversimplify 
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 truth 
exit mr. eye-contact who took his flirt and flew the coup 
but whatever, no matter, no fishin trips, no fishin 
cause momma'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,  
cause you'd think I'm insane.  
and that's the truth 
 
and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power 
sniping off sharp-shooter singles from their styrofoam towers, 
and hip-hop is tied up in the back room with a logo stuffed in its mouth 
cause 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 home 
and the difference between you and me baby  
is I get fucked up when I'm alone 
 
and I must admit today  
that my inner pessimist seems to have gotten the best of me 
we start out sugared up on kool aid and manifest destiny 
and then we memorize all the presidents names like little trained monkeys 
and we spit into the world so many spinny-eyed TV junkies 
 
incapable of unraveling the military-industrial mystery 
pre-emptively passified with history book history 
and I've been around the world now and I can see this about America 
 
the mind control is deep here, man 
the myopia is steep here, man 
 
and behold those who try to expose the reality 
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 
that's all she wrote 
 
and my heart beats an s-s-s o-o-o s-s-s 
cause folks just really 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 
she loves me, she loves me not 
she loves me, she loves me not 
she loves me, she loves me not 
 
and "big government should not stand between a man and his money" 
i mean, "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 medicated associated with deregulation privitization 
we won't even know we're slaves on a corporate plantation 
 
somebody say hallelujah, 
somebody say damnation, 
cause 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 
cause the empire state building is the tallest building in New York 
and I have always got the feeling  
you just like 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 
 
Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone 
so I play and I sing and just let it ring,  
all day when I'm at home 
 
a defacto choice of  
macro-microcosmic melancholy 
but baby any way you slice it, 
I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone