Materialist

You're obsessed and distressed

'Cause you can't make any sense

Of the ludicrous nonsense

And incipient senescence

That will deem your common sense useless

This ain't no recess!

I want to believe in you,

But my plan keeps falling through

I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bear the truth

And I have to walk this mile in my own shoes

But I- I'm a materialist, a full-blown realist (physical theorist)

I guess I'm full of doubt,

So I'm prone to have it out with you

I'm a materialist; there ain't no fear in this

It's there for all to see,

So don't talk of hidden mystery with me...

Mind over matter it really don't matter

If the street's idle chatter turns

Your heart strings to tatters

Flatter hopes don't flatter and

Soul batter won't congeal to mend a life

That's shattered into shards

Was it in the cards?

The Process of Belief is an elixir when you're weak

I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak,

But generally my outlook's not so bleak! (and I'm not meek!)

I'm a materialist; call me a humanist

I guess I'm full of doubt

So I'll gladly have it out with you

I'm a materialist; I ain't no deist

It's there for all to see,

So don't talk of hidden mystery with me...

Like Rome under Nero, our future's one big zero

Recycling the past to meet the immediate needs

And through it all we amble forth with perseverance and climb

Our mountains of regret sow our seeds

A materialist (x4)