Here We Go Again

Here we go again

Sitting intent

on outsitting everyone

- but everyone

seems to be having more fun

And I'm feeling something's gone

- don't you notice?

And the world has bowed its head

for the last time

And no - it's not just

that we're depressed

- oh and you say:

"I don't know if we're alive"

Pity on our souls

- do we even have souls?

And the scientists

They think

that it's all a silly shame

that we're all such silly dames

for believing

that this life isn't all it seems

it's no wonder

that people cling to what they see

on the T.V.

- and are we really alive?

But our culture is numbing

And sex is handled like plumbing

And anyone who resists is told:

"It's not art" or "it's too bold"

Try to make some sense

People incensed

- a bed in the gallery

But anyway, we're all still asleep

See the faces on the street

Like the zombies

And it's time that we stopped being so intent

On leading dull lives

The conversation is all spent

So hoard the ideas

And if we should ever awake:

The world has bowed its head

'Cause it's turned off

So tear your clothes up in to shreds

No it won't help

- but I'll find an answer quite soon