Such Large Portions

Pet the bomb-sniffing dog

It's friendly, though it's on the job

It turns and says "It's too damned-late-o'-clock"

And I want what I want

But I can't really say what I want

Powdered light from flat screen

Floods the room with "Live beyond your means"

There is a price for free speech

You want what you want

And you can't really say what you want

The food is poison here, you can't eat it - But in such large portions!

The food is poison here, you can't eat it - And it keeps you going!

And if that's a joke, it's a joke but not a funny joke

You can have what you want, if you know what you want

(No one knows what they want)

Pet the bomb-sniffing dog

It's friendly, though it's on the job

The cause is worthy and it's lost

And I want what I want, but I can't really say what I want

Pain deferred is pain amplified

And fear rides shotgun, but always wants to switch sides

"Come on, darlin'. You can sleep while I drive..."