11 acessos
Enough searching to know
that we've lost ourselves
in our slot machines, shotguns, and stripmalls
baby your technology
so slick and functional
and me without my nuclear arsenal
And if I could kill without guilt or sin
there'd soon be a few less record executives
and if I could kill and recieve forgiveness
there'd sure as hell be one less president
there's got to be a pill for forgiveness
there's got to be a trigger for happiness
Automatic sensory remote control
weather sattelites manipulate your soul
efficiently without a modicum of grace
I want to go out with a smile on my face